Our phones have become people; I'm sure of it. It's so crazy. If I accidentally leave my phone in my room at home or in my campus dorm, I feel like a part me has been left behind or "naked" as we call it sometimes. If I misplace it or am unsure of it's whereabouts, I have a slight, and by slight I mean giant, heart attack thinking about how I could've been so irresponsible. We walk everywhere with our phones. We talk to our phones. We love our phones...

With our phones comes texting. Texting is such a international fixation. It consumes the younger generations and provides them with the addiction to always have their thumbs typing 10 messages a minute. The anticipation increasingly builds for the next text back. Kid's are actively texting and creating social media accounts at age eight. I was fortunate enough to still know what swinging was at age eight and to know how to roll down the hill in the grass to have fun. The world is changing fast, and I don't think we are realizing how crucial it is to cherish the world outside of technology. Who knows how much longer the beautiful of the world will last?

But, since when did it become okay to risk our lives and other people's lives just to use this twenty-first century, disgustingly expensive, piece of antisocial technology?

Cars are weighed in tons. They fit you and a few others inside them, and they are such a huge part of the world today. They can completely demolish any thing or any person. They have been the cause of many deaths, much grieving, and mounds of money. My question is, with all that knowledge, why in the world would we use our phones while operating such dangerous machinery? Why would we put our lives at risk as well as everyone else's?

The act of texting and driving victimizes people all over the world. To be honest, that last statement includes myself. Now, when I say "texting", it's a general term in my book. Texting could mean sending a message, taking a snap chat, or even scrolling through your music to pick a song. Soon after I committed the act, I was smart enough to realize I was asking God to show me what heaven looked like a little faster than I should've been. I wasn't going to risk my life because my best friend was showing me what her new hair cut looked like or how she felt about who JoJo picked on the Bachelorette. Even more importantly, I wasn't going to risk someone's son, daughter, mother, father, grandpa, grandma, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, or cousin's either. I refuse to be a part in that scene. I refuse to be the reason someone is paralyzed or took their last breath because I choose to text my sister back to tell her something that didn't matter as much as someone else's life. I do not choose to text and drive.

I choose to save a life.