personal mission statement
A Party
I never thought the day would come and I have to see my ever best friend lying on the dead bed taking his last breathe. Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw him in severe pain, breathing heavily and doctors pressing his chest to help him breathe. I thought to myself that I would never forgive myself for this. He was lying there because of my mistake. If I hadn’t insisted to drive this would have had never happened to him that night. Ali was my childhood friend. We grew up at one place, we went to primary school together and we finished up our secondary school from Pak-Turk int’l schools and colleges. He was the closest person ever in my life. We played soccer together, helped each other in school and college assignments. In fact he was good in everything, he was sharp, present-mind, humble, loving, caring and above all he was good friend of mine. We often sneak out late nights, go to pubs and clubs for drinking and partying all night but Ali never drank. He hated this drinking habit of mine. He adiviced me a lot of times to skip it because its too dangerous for health but I never listened to him.
One night, I drank too much alcohol that I barely could see something. My visions were blur and I didn’t have the strength to stand on my both feet. Ali helped me get out of the bar where I insisted him to give me the keys of the car. Ali resisted first but I snatched the keys out of his hand and told him to hop into car. He told me to drive carefully but I was so much high on alcohol that I didn’t seem to notice the Truck that was rushing towards us. He repeatedly yelled at me not to get out of the lane but who would listen to him. Instead I crush the accelerator pedal and the next thing I saw was the smoke rising from the engine. Ali was bleeding all over his face. He fractured his shoulder. He was not moving at all. I fractured my arm and was feeling severe pain in the head. Moments later I fell unconscious and found myself in hospital
I never thought the day would come and I have to see my ever best friend lying on the dead bed taking his last breathe. Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw him in severe pain, breathing heavily and doctors pressing his chest to help him breathe. I thought to myself that I would never forgive myself for this. He was lying there because of my mistake. If I hadn’t insisted to drive this would have had never happened to him that night. Ali was my childhood friend. We grew up at one place, we went to primary school together and we finished up our secondary school from Pak-Turk int’l schools and colleges. He was the closest person ever in my life. We played soccer together, helped each other in school and college assignments. In fact he was good in everything, he was sharp, present-mind, humble, loving, caring and above all he was good friend of mine. We often sneak out late nights, go to pubs and clubs for drinking and partying all night but Ali never drank. He hated this drinking habit of mine. He adiviced me a lot of times to skip it because its too dangerous for health but I never listened to him.
One night, I drank too much alcohol that I barely could see something. My visions were blur and I didn’t have the strength to stand on my both feet. Ali helped me get out of the bar where I insisted him to give me the keys of the car. Ali resisted first but I snatched the keys out of his hand and told him to hop into car. He told me to drive carefully but I was so much high on alcohol that I didn’t seem to notice the Truck that was rushing towards us. He repeatedly yelled at me not to get out of the lane but who would listen to him. Instead I crush the accelerator pedal and the next thing I saw was the smoke rising from the engine. Ali was bleeding all over his face. He fractured his shoulder. He was not moving at all. I fractured my arm and was feeling severe pain in the head. Moments later I fell unconscious and found myself in hospital