I have a problem when people use so many initials and expect every one to know what they are talking about. Is the RCIC, the Republic of China, International Compliance? Manning
> ---------- > From: Darrell Locke (MSMail)[SMTP:[email protected]] > Sent: Monday, October 13, 1997 4:11 PM > To: '[email protected]' > Subject: Re: DEATH OF AN INNOCENT > > I thought the purpose of this form was to discuss compliance and > regulatory issues and how they affect the design of products. This > issue may be near and dear to some but so are land mines, > environmental > destruction, etc. to others. I do not believe this is is relevant or > appropriate for the RCIC. > > Darrell Locke > Advanced Input Devices > ---------- > From: Mike Kuo > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: DEATH OF AN INNOCENT > Date: Friday, October 10, 1997 5:18AM > > > > > > DEATH OF AN INNOCENT > ******************************** > > I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. > > You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead > > I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. > > I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should. > > I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right. > > Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of > sight. > > As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece. > > Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet. > > I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, > > the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load. > > As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, > > the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay. > > I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon. > > How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. > > There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. > > I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time. > > I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink. > > It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think. > > He was probably at the same party as I. > > The only difference is, he drank and I will die. > > Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. > > I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. > > The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair. > > I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. > > Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. > > And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave > > Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. > > If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive. > > My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared. > > Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always > there. > > I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. > > I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die??? > <================= > > > > ********************************************************************** > ** > ** > Someone took the effort to write this poem. > So please, forward this to as many people as you can. > And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will make > people understand that drinking and driving don't mix. > > TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, so please forward this letter to > as many people as you can. > > *note* > The more people that you send this to, the better luck you will have. > > > Sgt. Steven Gutkin > =================================================================== > FAIRFIELD POLICE DEPARTMENT ONLINE | http//www.hicom.net/~fpd > Fairfield, New Jersey, USA | Email [email protected] > (973) 227-1400 | FAX (973) 882-9521 > =================================================================== > > > > ----- End Included Message ----- > >
