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Warum Mami?

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Gedicht: Alkohol am Steuer: Tod einer Unschuldigen - Mort d'une innocente - Death of an Innocent - A morte de uma inocente - Muerte de un Inocente - Prävention: Zaun oder Ambulanz? - The Party went wrong

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TOD EINER UNSCHULDIGEN


Ich ging zu einer Party, Mami, und dachte an Deine Worte. Du hattest mich gebeten, nicht zu trinken, und so trank ich keinen Alkohol.

Ich fühlte mich ganz stolz, Mami, genauso, wie Du es vorhergesagt hattest. Ich habe vor dem Fahren nichts getrunken, Mami, auch wenn die anderen sich mokierten.

Ich weiss, dass es richtig war, Mami, und dass Du immer recht hast. Die Party geht langsam zu Ende, Mami, und alle fahren weg.

Als ich in mein Auto stieg, Mami, wusste ich, dass ich heil nach Hause kommen würde: aufgrund Deiner Erziehung - so verantwortungsvoll und fein.

Ich fuhr langsam an, Mami, und bog in die Strasse ein. Aber der andere Fahrer sah mich nicht, und sein Wagen traf mich mit voller Wucht.

Als ich auf dem Bürgersteig lag, Mami, hörte ich den Polizisten sagen, der andere sei betrunken. Und nun bin ich diejenige, die dafür büssen muss.

Ich liege hier im Sterben, Mami, ach bitte, komm' doch schnell. Wie konnte mir das passieren? Mein Leben zerplatzt wie ein Luftballon.

Ringsherum ist alles voll Blut, Mami, das meiste ist von mir. Ich höre den Arzt sagen, Mami, dass es keine Hilfe mehr für mich gibt.

Ich wollte Dir nur sagen, Mami, ich schwöre es, ich habe wirklich nichts getrunken. Es waren die anderen, Mami, die haben einfach nicht nachgedacht.

Er war wahrscheinlich auf der gleichen Party wie ich, Mami. Der einzige Unterschied ist nur: Er hat getrunken, und ich werde sterben.

Warum trinken die Menschen, Mami? Es kann das ganze Leben ruinieren. Ich habe jetzt starke Schmerzen, wie Messerstiche so scharf.

Der Mann, der mich angefahren hat, Mami, läuft herum, und ich liege hier im Sterben. Er guckt nur dumm.

Sag' meinem Bruder, dass er nicht weinen soll, Mami. Und Papi soll tapfer sein. Und wenn ich dann im Himmel bin, Mami, schreibt "Papis Mädchen" auf meinen Grabstein.

Jemand hätte es ihm sagen sollen, Mami, nicht trinken und dann fahren. Wenn man ihm das gesagt hätte, Mami, würde ich noch leben.

Mein Atem wird kürzer, Mami, ich habe grosse Angst. Bitte, weine nicht um mich, Mami. Du warst immer da, wenn ich Dich brauchte.

Ich habe nur noch eine letzte Frage, Mami, bevor ich von hier fortgehe: Ich habe nicht vor dem Fahren getrunken, warum bin ich diejenige, die sterben muss?


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ANMERKUNG: Dieser Text in Gedichtform war an der Springfield High School (Springfield, VA, USA) in Umlauf, nachdem letzte Woche zwei Studenten bei einem Autounfall getötet wurden. Unter dem Gedicht steht folgende Bitte: JEMAND HAT SICH DIE MUEHE GEMACHT, DIESES GEDICHT ZU SCHREIBEN. GIB ES BITTE AN SO VIELE MENSCHEN WIE MÖGLICH WEITER. WIR WOLLEN VERSUCHEN, ES IN DER GANZEN WELT ZU VERBREITEN, DAMIT DIE LEUTE ENDLICH BEGREIFEN, WORUM ES GEHT.
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Das Gedicht ist oft auf anderen Seiten zu finden, oft unter dem Titel "Tod der Unschuldigen", was auf eine zweite Übersetzung hinweist. Die Fassung meiner Seite findet Google am 16. April 2003 ganze 1660 mal!!! Danke schön! Von der zweiten Version "Tod der Unschuldigen" kennt Google noch einmal 240! Dazu kommen noch 49 französische, 1590 englische, 3 portugisische und ca. 26 spanische Texte.

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Das Gedicht zirkuliert im deutschen Internet mindestens in zwei Fassungen:
- nur mit "Autor unbekannt", das Mädchen trinkt an der Party "Soda"
- mit Angabe der Schule; wir lassen in unserer Fassung das Mädchen einfach "keinen Alkohol" trinken, da wir hoffen, dass es an der Party noch etwas Attraktiveres gab. Copyright gibt es darauf nicht, sondern "Kopierpflicht". 12/01

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MORT D'UNE INNOCENTE
Maman, je suis allé à un bal. Je me suis souvenu de tes paroles. Tu m’as toujours dit de ne pas boire. Alors, je n'ai pas bu d'alcool.

Maman, j’étais fière de moi. Comme tu me l’as dit, je n’ai pas bu même si les autres le voulais, car je devais conduire.

Maman, je sais que j'ai fait le bon choix, car tu as toujours raison. Maman, le bal est maintenant à sa fin, car tout le monde se préparent à partir.

Maman, je sais que tes conseils sont ceux d'une amie, Je rentre maintenant, la fête est finie. Je m'installe au volant confiante et ravie. Je suis fière de bien maîtriser ma vie.

Maman, je m'engage sur la route, lentement, je...L'autre ne m'a pas vue, le choc est violent! Je suis couchée sur le sol, j'entends les policiers. J'apprends que l'autre est ivre et moi je vais payer.

Maman, je meurs sans toi, sur le pavé. Viens vite! Je ne comprends pas, je me sens si petite... Je vois du sang, mon sang en fuite... J'entends le médecin dire que je te quitte.

Je baigne dans mon sang, maman. J'entends les ambulanciers parler, maman, et je vais mourir dans peu de temps. Ma vie vient d'éclater comme un ballon. Comment ceci pouvait m'arriver à moi, maman?

Maman, je n'ai pas bu d'alcool, j'ai pensé à toi, je le jure! Seuls les autres n'ont pas suivi ta voie. Je me souviens, l'autre faisait la fête avec moi. Je trinque et pourtant c'est lui qui boit.

Maman, je veux savoir pourquoi ils s'enivrent tous sans réfléchir. Je souffre... la douleur me tenaille et me fait gémir... Je pense au conducteur qui regarde sans rien dire, J'entends ses pas, il marche et moi je dois mourir!

Maman, j'espère que Papa sera fort, qu'il calmera les larmes de mon frère. J'aurais du leur dire: "Boire et conduire coûte cher" Je crois. Auraient-ils compris ? Et je ne serais pas à terre. Je vous demande d'écrire sur ma tombe:"Trésor de Papa"...

Maman, j'ai peur, mon souffle s'en va, c'est le dernier. Je t'en prie ne pleure pas, tu as su m'accompagner.

Maman, j’ai une dernière question avant de te dire adieu: Je n’ai pas bu avant de conduire. Alors pourquoi suis-je celle qui doit mourir?


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L.M. Traduction libre de l'anglais. - Poème écrit une semaine après la mort de deux élèves de Springfield High School (VA, USA) avec la mention suivante: QUELQU'UN S'EST DONNÉ LA PEINE D'ÉCRIRE CE TEXTE. FAITES-LE CIRCULER POUR QUE LE PLUS DE GENS POSSIBLE EN PRENNENT CONNAISSANCE ET QU'ILS EN COMPRENNENT LE MESSAGE.


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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're always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, and 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'll 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, Mom, 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, why am I the one to die?


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NOTE: This poem is circulating around Springfield High School (Springfield, VA,USA) after two students were killed in an automobile accident last week. Attached to the bottom of the poem is the following request: SOMEONE TOOK THE EFFORT TO WRITE THIS POEM. PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN AND SEE IF WE CAN GET THIS GOING AROUND THE WORLD TO TRY TO MAKE PEOPLE UNDERSTAND.
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Von der englischen Fassung gibt es Dutzenden von Varianten mit unterschiedlichen Titeln und Schlussworten, die von zahlreichen Autoren als eigenes Gedicht dargestellt werden... Online Survey:
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A MORTE DE UMA INOCENTE
Fui a uma festa, Mãe, e lembrei-me do que disseste. Disseste para não beber, Mãe, por isso só bebi sumos.

Realmente sentia orgulho por dentro, Mãe, do modo que disseste que me iria sentir. Eu não bebi e conduzi, Mãe, mesmo quando os outros me diziam que podia.

Eu sabia que estava certo, Mãe, eu sabia que tinhas sempre razão. Agora a festa está quase no fim, Mãe, e todos estão a partir.

À medida que me dirigia para o carro, Mãe, eu sabia que chegaria a casa em paz. Devido á maneira como me educaste, tão responsável e carinhosa.

Comecei por tirar o carro do estacionamento, Mãe, mas assim que estava na estrada, O outro carro não me viu, Mãe, e bateu-me com muita força.

Enquanto estava no pavimento, Mãe, ouvi o polícia dizer, O outro tipo está bêbado, Mãe, e agora eu sou a única que vai pagar.

Estou aqui deitada a morrer, Mãe, desejo que chegues aqui depressa. Como é que isto me pôde acontecer, Mãe? A minha vida foi rebentada como um balão.

Estou rodeada de sangue, Mãe, e a maior parte dele é meu. Oiço o médico dizer, Mãe, morrerei dentro em breve.

Eu somente te quero dizer, Mãe, eu juro que não bebi. Foram os outros, Mãe, os outros não pensaram.

Provavelmente ele estava na mesma festa que eu, Mãe, a única diferença é que ele bebeu e eu vou morrer.

Porque bebem as pessoas, Mãe? Pode arruinar toda a nossa vida. Estou a sentir dores intensas agora. Dores como se me estivessem a espetar uma faca.

O tipo que me bateu está a andar, Mãe, e eu acho que não é justo. Eu estou aqui deitada a morrer e tudo o que ele sabe fazer é ficar a olhar.

Diz ao meu irmão para não chorar, Mãe, diz ao pai para ser corajoso. E quando eu for para o céu, Mãe, coloca "Filhinha do Papá" na minha sepultura.

Alguém lhe deveria ter dito, Mãe, para não beber e conduzir. Se alguém lhe tivesse dito, Mãe, eu ainda estaria viva.

A minha respiração está a diminuir, Mãe. Estou a ficar com muito medo. Por favor não chores por mim, Mãe. Quando precisei de ti, tu sempre estivestes lá.

Eu tenho uma última questão, Mãe, antes de dizer adeus. Eu não bebi e conduzi, porque é que tenho que ser eu a morrer?


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Nota: Este poema está a circular por toda a escola em Springfield depois de dois estudantes falecerem num acidente de automóvel, juntamente com o poema está o seguinte pedido: "Alguém fez o esforço de escrever este poema. Por favor distribui-o por quantas pessoas consigas e vê se conseguimos levar isto a todo o mundo para tentar fazer com que as pessoas compreendam.

MUERTE DE UN INOCENTE
Fui a una fiesta, Mami; recordé lo que dijiste. Me dijiste que no tomara, Mami, y tomé refresco en vez de alcohol. Realmente me sentí tan orgullosa, Mami, tal como tu dijiste que me sentiría.

No me embriague y conducí, aunque mis amigos me dijeron que debía hacerlo.

Yo se que hice lo correcto, Mami, sé que tú siempre tenías razón.

Ahora la fiesta se está terminando finalmente, Mami, Todos están conduciendo y desapareciendo en sus autos.

Al entrar en mi auto, Mami, sabía que llegaría a casa bien.

Por la manera en que tú me criaste, Mami, tan responsable y dulce.

Comencé a conducir, Mami, pero al entrar en la carretera el otro auto no me vió, y me chocó como una tonelada.

Yaciendo en el pavimento, Mami, oigo a un policía decir, "El otro tipo está borracho," y ahora yo soy la que va a pagar.

Estoy yacida aquí muriendo, Mami. Desearía que llegaras aquí pronto. ¿Cómo es que ésto me ha pasado a mí, Mami? Mi vida acaba de explotar como un globo.

Hay sangre a mi alrededor, Mami, y casi toda es mía. Oigo al médico decir que moriré dentro de poco tiempo.

Simplemente quería decirte, Mami, Te juro que no tomé. Fueron los otros. Los otros no pensaron.

Es probable que él estaba en la misma fiesta que yo estuve. La única diferencia es que el tomó y yo moriré.

¿Por qué toma la gente, Mami? Te puede destruir la vida. Estoy sintiendo dolores agudos ahora. Dolores que son como de cuchillo.

El tipo que me chocó está caminando, Mami, no creo que es justo. Yo estoy yacida aquí muriendo y todo lo que él puede hacer es mirarme.

Dile a mi hermano que no llore, Mami.

Dile a Papi que sea valiente. Y cuando yo esté en el cielo, Mami, pongan "La Niña de Papi" en mi tumba.

Alguien debió haberle dicho a él que no tomara y conduciera.

Si se lo hubiesen dicho, Mami, yo todavía estuviera viva. Mi respiración se acorta, y estoy sintiendo mucho miedo.

Por favor, Mami, no llores por mí. Cuando te necesité, siempre estabas ahí.

Tengo una pregunta final, Mami, antes de mi adiós decir. Si yo no tomé y conduje, ¿por qué soy yo la que tengo que morir?


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Autor Desconocido - Traducido por M. Mercado Escobar - Si este poema le ha llegado al corazón, haga una copia y compártalo con otros. Es posible que al hacerlo, pueda Ud. salvar una vida. - En memoria de mis queridos David y sus dos hijas Melissa, y María de los Angeles quienes murieron el 20 de mayo de 1997 a manos de un conductor borracho.


Ma perché, Mamma?
Sono andata a una festa, Mamma, e mi sono ricordata delle le tue parole. Mi avevi pregato di non bere, e quindi mi sono astenuta dal bere alcool.

Mi sentivo orgogliosa, Mamma, proprio come mi avevi detto tu prima che partissi. Non ho bevuto prima di mettermi al volante, Mamma, anche se gli altri si burlavano di me.

So di aver fatto la cosa giusta, Mamma, e so anche che tu hai sempre ragione. La festa sta finendo e tutti si preparano a partire.

Al momento di salire in auto, Mamma, ero convinta che sarei tornata a casa sana e salva: frutto della tua educazione, impartita da una persona così responsabile e sensibile.

Circolavo lentamente, Mamma, e mi sono immessa sulla carreggiata. Ma il conducente dell’altra macchina non mi ha vista e mi è piombato addosso in pieno.

Mentre giacevo sul marciapiede, Mamma, ho sentito un poliziotto dire che l’altro era ubriaco.

Però adesso sono io che devo pagarne le conseguenze. Come è potuto succedere? La mia vita sta per scoppiare, come un palloncino.

Attorno a me c’è una marea di sangue, Mamma, perlopiù il mio. Sento il medico dire che per me non c’è più speranza.

Mamma, volevo solo dirti che veramente non ho bevuto niente. Sono stati gli altri, Mamma, che semplicemente non hanno pensato alle possibili
conseguenze.

Probabilmente l’altro era alla stessa festa a cui ho partecipato anch’io. L’unica differenza è che lui ha bevuto, mentre io sono quella che dovrà morire.

Perché la gente beve, Mamma? E’ un vizio che può rovinare tutta una vita. Adesso sento dei dolori lancinanti, come se mi stessero pugnalando.

Mamma, l’uomo che mi ha investito sta passeggiando avanti e indietro, e io giaccio qui per terra, in punto di morte. Si limita a guardarsi attorno con aria inebetita.

Mamma, dì a mio fratello di non piangere, e a papà di essere coraggioso. E una volta che sarò in cielo, Mamma, fai incidere sulla mia lapide ”La bambina di papà”.

Qualcuno avrebbe dovuto dirglielo, Mamma, di non bere prima di mettersi al volante. Se qualcuno glielo avesse detto, Mamma, io adesso sarei ancora viva.

Il mio respiro si fa più affannoso, Mamma, ho tanta paura. Per favore, non piangere per me, Mamma, eri sempre lì ad ascoltarmi quando avevo bisogno di te.

Mamma, voglio farti ancora un’ultima domanda prima di andarmene: Non ho bevuto nulla prima di mettermi al volante; allora perché sono io quella che deve morire??


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Questo testo, redatto in forma poetica, circolava alla Springfield High School (Springfield, VA, USA9), dopo che, una settimana prima, due studenti avevano perso la vita in un incidente della circolazione.

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Alcool: quando è troppo, è troppo!


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WELCOME TO MY LITTLE WORLD

my name is Cody I'm Six years old and I just have one thing to say:

"DON'T DRINK and DRIVE"
IF you do you and others might DIE!


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PIZZA, PARTY AND A MOONLIT RIDE
Jenny was so happy about the house that they had found For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease, As she watched her curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room ~ School would be starting, she would have friends over soon. There would be sleep-overs and parties ~ she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great ~ She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I am going to be ~ Because I just got a date with the star of the football team!" To be recognized in this school you have to have clout, and dating this guy would help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate her parents said she was too young to date. "Well, I won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference ~ what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night, her parents frowned and said, "All Right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event, but as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies ~ But, what is a pizza, a party, and a moonlit ride?

Well, the pizza was good, and the party went great, but the moonlit ride would have to wait ~ For Jeff was half drunk by this time ~ but he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.

Now, Jeff was ready to ride to the point ~ but, only after he had smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the moonlit ride, not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made the point at last, and Jeff started to make a pass.

A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all, (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football). "Perhaps my parents were right ... maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I be so dumb?" She used all her might to push Jeff away ~ "Please take me home, I don't want to stay."

Jeff cranked up the car and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove off in a fit of anger, Jenny knew her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied, I really went out for a moonlit ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash ~ "Oh, God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of the impact ~ just everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble and heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"

Voices she heard ... a few words at best ~ but she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was alright, and if the people in the other car were alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad ~ "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside of her head as they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said, "Jenny, we've done all we can do but it looks as if we'll lose you too."

"But, the people in the other car!" Jenny replied. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "Please God, forgive me for what I've done ~ I just wanted to have one night of fun."

"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim and I wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad that I am sorry I lied ~ And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes And a moment later Jenny died.

A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to bid that girl's last request?" She looked at him with eyes so sad: "Because the people in the other car were her Mom and Dad."


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ZAUN ODER AMBULANZ?
Es sind gefährliche Felsen, das wurde freimütig bekannt; doch war es so schön, nahe der Kante zu gehn. Ausgeglitten und in die Tiefe gestürzt war ein Herzog und mehrmals ein Bauer. Drum sagten die Leute: „Etwas muss geschehn!“ Ihre Pläne aber stimmten nicht überein. Die einen sagten: „Stellt einen Zaun vor den Abgrund!“ Andere sagten: „Eine Ambulanz unten im Tal!“

Der Ruf nach einer Ambulanz hatte Erfolg und verbreitete sich in der benachbarten Stadt. Ein Zaun mag nützlich sein, das ist wahr, aber voller Mitleid waren die Herzen mit denen, die vom gefährlichen Felsen stürzten. In Strassen und Gassen spendeten Leute Geld, nicht um auf dem Felsen einen Zaun zu errichten, sondern eine Ambulanz unten im Tal.

Ein alter Weiser bemerkte: „Es wundert mich, dass an der Hilfe für die Verunfallten viel mehr interessiert sind als am Vermeiden des Unglücks. Man sollte doch weitere Unfälle verhüten!“ „Lasst uns diesen Unfug beenden! schrie er. „Kommt, Nachbarn und Freunde, lasst uns sammeln! Wenn ein Zaun vor dem Ausgleiten schützt, braucht's keine Ambulanz unten im Tal.“

Besser Junge gut führen als sie bessern wollen als Alte, Gott gebe uns wahre Einsicht dafür! Gefallene retten ist gut, noch besser aber verhindern, dass andere fallen! Besser die Quelle von Versuchung und Verbrechen stopfen, als von Kerker und Galeere befreien wollen. Besser einen starken Zaun auf den Felsen stellen als eine Ambulanz unten im Tal.

Joseph Malins
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(Dieses Gedicht erschien im Bulletin des Westaustralischen Bundes abstinenter Frauen. Die Engländerin Noemi Cassel übernahm es in ihr Blatt, das sie für Kinder redigiert. Deutsche Übersetzung von A. Rüegg. Leider ging dabei der Reim verloren. - Entnommen dem Bulletin des Schweizerischen Bundes abstinenter Frauen.)
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THE FENCE OR THE AMBULANCE
'Twas a dangerous cliff as they freely confessed - Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant - But over its terrible edge there had slipped - A Duke and full many a peasant. -

So the people sait something would have to be done - But their project did not at all tally - Some said, „Put a fence 'round the edge of the cliff - Some, „An ambulance down in the valley."

But the cry for an ambulance carried the day, - For it spread to a neighboring city. - A fence may be useful or not it is true - But each heart became brim full of pity.

For those who slipped over the terrible cliff - And the dwellers in highway and alley - Gave pounds or gave pence, not to put up a fence - But an ambulance down in the valley.

„For the cliff is all right if you're careful," they said, - „And if folks ever slip and are dropping - It isn't the slipping that hurts them so much - As the shock down below when they're stopping."

So day after day, as the mishaps occurred - Quick forth woul rescuers sally - To pick up the victims - Who fell from the cliff - With an ambulance down in the valley.

Better guard well the young than reclaim them when old, - For the voice of true wisdom is calling - Fo rescue the fallen is good, but 'tis best - To prevent other people from falling.

Better close up the source of temptation and crime - Than deliver from dungeon and galley - Better build a strong fence 'round the top of the cliff - Than an ambulance down in the valley!


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Josef Malins - (Siehe „The Life of Josep Malins, Patriarch Templer, Citizen and Temperance Reformer", Seite 66/67)
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THE PARTY WENT WRONG
She sits alone
Night after night
Thinking of him again


She thinks of the times
Walking side-by-side
They held each others hand


She thinks of the time
They went to the dance
Spinning round the room


She thinks of the time
Sitting on the beach
They saw their first full moon


She comes to the time
Just months ago
When everything went wrong
The party was over
The fun had been had
Now it was time to be gone

Down the road
Not very far
He never saw the other car


Crossed the line
It came so fast
She woke in the hospital

They said he had passed
If only that had been all
The doctor came in,
she'd no longer walk

If only the driver hadn't been drunk

KELLY VAN VELDHUIZEN


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August Forel: Arzt, Naturforscher, Sozialreformer
Forel Teil 2
Spurensuche zu August Forel: Bilder
Zeitgenosse Heberlein zu August Forel
Und ausserdem:
Geschenke: Zitate zu Alkohol
Bärndütsch, Alkohol u ke...
Alkoholpolitik im Dienste der Gesundheit
Beiträge zur Alkohol-Geschichte der Schweiz
Heim:
Hier ist die Familie Muster in Ecublens
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http://www.edimuster.ch/: Hier ist die Familie Muster in Ecublens VD - Eduard Muster: emuster@hotmail.com 03/04/05
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