Posted on 01/01/2014 5:37:27 PM PST by MNDude
Original post (December 30) -- Around 9:30 a.m. on December 7, University of Minnesota-Duluth student Alyssa Jo Lommel, 19, was found nearly frozen to death on a neighbor's porch. She'd apparently spent the entire night outside while temperatures dropped as low as 17 below zero.
THE BACKSTORY: UMD student Alyssa Jo Lommel tweeted about tequila shots before she was found freezing
More than three weeks later, Lommel remains hospitalized. Her condition has been upgraded to fair, but according to her family, doctors still haven't told her how bad her injuries are.
Her doctor "felt that today it would be good to just tell her about the amputations,"
The doctor "also told her how lucky she was just to be alive, but I really don't think any of that sunk in," Teri Lommel continued. "It took her several minutes before she looked at any of us. Then she started to slowly cry."
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I heard a story from a guy who knew a kid who died from alcohol poisoning from drinking to much liquor and it being it his first time with it.
Actions have consequences - some good, some bad.
my grandfather was next door in North Dakota
Please God, I’m Only 17 - the Dear Abby / Ann Landers heartbreaker....
written by John Berrio
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 Mom. “Special favor,” I pleaded. “All 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 the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.
Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with 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 me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom’s eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, “Yes, he is my son.”
The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all 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 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 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’m only 17!
http://www.janice142.com/JoyPage/Only17.htm
Whatever crimes, sins or lapses in judgment she’s committed, she’s more than paid for them with the loss of her hands and feet. People who pile on this poor girl wouldn’t dare say the things to her face that they’ve written here.
She needs love and compassion right now, not “holier than thou” smugness from jackasses in the self-righteousness crowd.
Shame.
Sorry man. Were you alive when it happened?
There isn't a person her age going who doesn't rely on the grace of God and good fortune to get him over the hump of that terrible age when the body is mature but the mind is still that of a child. She's got my sympathy. It costs me nothing to give it to her, and she'll get nothing from it.
Yup worked with all kinds of things. I knew kids who were deprived of sugar as kids. As soon as they got out of the house? Fiends who couldn’t get enough sweet! LOL Kids who were inordinately shielded from sexuality... Well you get the pattern.
yes, my grandmother had hidden the story from my mom, but she told me when I was about 35 and asked me to tell my mom
I could concur that overreaction and demonization of items that can be put to either evil or good use, can have unfortunate results.
I greatly respect Southern Baptists, among whom there is a high level of genuine divine activity, and in fact go as a nonmember to a Southern Baptist church to worship (I’m originally from a bible church background). But a church covenant proscribing all alcoholic beverages is a biblical mistake, IMHO. The bible flat out uses wine as a symbol and sacrament of joy. The actual thing that should be agreed to, if something needs to be agreed in line with the scripture, is to honor God in one’s body. That means a host of things, not just keeping the usage of alcohol within godly bounds.
Her life will be irrevocably altered, but I wouldn't necessarily stay it's been destroyed. Many people come through these things stronger and better for having learned a lesson that they might not otherwise have learned.
That's right, tequila shots. She didn't abort a baby, she didn't run someone over in the street. She had some tequila shots. Did you ever drink at all when you were her age? Perhaps a little irresponsibly?
Her punishment for those shots is going to be difficult and lifelong.
It doesn't benefit a person to be cold and heartless.
Sorry HiTech, you just made me tell my Southern Baptist joke so I apologize in advance:
When going camping always invite two Southern Baptist to go with you. If you invite only one, he will drink ALL your beer. If you invite two, you all the beer to yourself!
My kid goes to UMD. I know lots of people in Duluth. I don’t know the kid who took her home but I’m told he’s a very decent kid. I don’t know who I feel worse for. The girl who’s going to lose her limbs or this guy who didn’t walk her into the house and has to live with that for the rest of his life.
“Most mistakes in judgement are.”
Spelling “judgment” with an “e” is a mistake. DELIBERATELY, not MISTAKENLY, drinking 10 or more shots when you’re a light weight 19 year old woman is not a mistake. It’s asking for a disaster. She found that disaster. It’s a shame... but it wasn’t a mistake.
> I just read that. The friends dropped her off on the front porch in an intoxicated state and then left her there. Probably they were not thinking clearly as well. Not a good story.
Its a sad thing no matter her age or political preferences. People change as the get older and wiser. My nephew, a former Avid O’bummer supporter, has wised up. He doesn’t like the man one bit now and knows he completely full of BS.
I know, I know... there’s so much lore about that being observed mainly in the breach.
I don’t have any clout with the SBC but if I did, I’d beg them to offer an alternative covenant which changes the prohibition on alcoholic beverages to an affirmation of honoring God in one’s body by all means. Being too fat isn’t necessarily better than being intemperate, and divorce statistics among avowed believers are abysmally bad today.
All humans. Most of us don't pay that high of a price.
/johnny
Yes Sir!...my 22 year old niece just did. She was a senior at Arizona State and graduating in one week. She was also just gorgeous. She drank too much, went back to her dorm room, laid down, aspirated and her room-mate found her the next morning breathing but brain dead from lack of oxygen. You see, the brain dies in minutes without oxygen. She had none for 7 hours.
Should she have paid with her life for one crazy night! That fact applied to the rest of us, we’d all be dead!
Sitting here next to a woodstove in Ontario where it is presently -28C (-19F) and falling, I think that you have made the key point. If you are from the area, you need to respect the conditions, and if you aren’t from the area, you need to learn PDQ. God always forgives, man sometimes forgives, and nature never forgives.
In my State, many highschool girls waited for Falls Creek, the big Baptist summer camp to get pregnant. It became a joke told with a smirk.
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