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    Please God I'M Only 17 By: Dr. Michael Lee Poling

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    The speaker died in a car accident on an ordinary school day at age 17. As his body lay mangled and saturated in blood, he realized he was dead. He attended his own funeral and saw the devastation it caused his family and friends, unable to accept that his life was over so soon. He pleads with God for another chance, insisting that at 17 he had so much more living left to do.

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    Please God I'M Only 17 By: Dr. Michael Lee Poling

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    The speaker died in a car accident on an ordinary school day at age 17. As his body lay mangled and saturated in blood, he realized he was dead. He attended his own funeral and saw the devastation it caused his family and friends, unable to accept that his life was over so soon. He pleads with God for another chance, insisting that at 17 he had so much more living left to do.

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    The speaker died in a car accident on an ordinary school day at age 17. As his body lay mangled and saturated in blood, he realized he was dead. He attended his own funeral and saw the devastation it caused his family and friends, unable to accept that his life was over so soon. He pleads with God for another chance, insisting that at 17 he had so much more living left to do.

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    Please God I'M Only 17 By: Dr. Michael Lee Poling

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    The speaker died in a car accident on an ordinary school day at age 17. As his body lay mangled and saturated in blood, he realized he was dead. He attended his own funeral and saw the devastation it caused his family and friends, unable to accept that his life was over so soon. He pleads with God for another chance, insisting that at 17 he had so much more living left to do.

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    FOR DECLAMATION

    PLEASE GOD I’M ONLY 17 by Dr. Michael Lee Poling

    The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the bus. I

    remember how I wheedled the car out of my mom, “special favor” I pleaded. “All of the kids drive.”

    When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning. I ran to the

    parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

    It doesn’t matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off – going too fast- taking crazy chances. But I was

    enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be

    going awfully slow, I heard a deafening crash. I felt a terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole

    body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.

    Suddenly I was awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My

    body was mangled. I was saturated in blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I

    couldn’t feel anything.

    Hey, don’t pull that sheet over my head! I can’t be dead. I’m only 17. I’ve got a date tonight. I’m supposed to

    grow up and have a wonderful life. I haven’t lived yet. I can’t be dead!

    Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see mee like this? Why did I

    have to look at Mom’s eyes when she faced the most terrifying ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like he

    was an old man. He told the man in charge, “Yes , he is my son.”

    The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all of my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed

    by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few

    of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

    Please – somebody – wake me up! Get me out of here! I can’t bear to see my mom and dad so broken up. My

    grandparents are so racked with grief that they can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They

    move like robots. In a daze, everybody. No one can believe this. And I can’t believe it either.

    Please don’t bury me! I’m not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing

    and dance. Please don’t put me in the ground. I promise if you give me just one more chance God, I’ll be the

    most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!

    Please, God, I am only 17!

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