Her picture in the paper depicted

her as a beautiful young lady.

Bright eyes, cheerful countenance, a mischievous smile. Kirby was a good

kid from a good, middle class family just like the families in our community.

Her driver's license was only four days old.

She and about 40 other classmates from Shiloh High School in Gwinnett

County were partying one recent Friday night. The midnight hour approached,

and as she was rushing home to make curfew, she lost control of her mother's

car as she sped around a curve on a winding, hilly road. Her car slammed

into an embankment and she was crushed in the wreckage. So was her future,

and the hearts of every student she touched.

What a horrible way to get a wake-up call about the dangers of teenage

drinking and the necessity of using good judgment.

It was supposed to be an "end of the summer" house party. Someone

supplied two pony kegs and two coolers filled with spiked "hunch

punch." Now at least 40 students between 15 and 19 face misdemeanor

charges for alcohol possession and face the prospect of losing their driver's

licenses for six months. Worse than that, they lost a classmate.

I don't mean to sound preachy, but, young people, there are some

lessons here that need to be heard and heeded.

You can be guilty by association, whether you participate in the crime

or not. Police charged everyone at the Aug. 11 party, whether they were

caught drinking or not.

When I read that account in the paper, the tape in my mind immediately

rewound back to my teenage years and the concerned words of my mother.

She was employed as a secretary to a social worker at the Youth Development

Center in my hometown. She would come home with sad tales of young boys

she had been in contact with that day. She never divulged confidential

details, of course, but she had a general repetitive theme.

So many of the young teens in that facility were not guilty of the crime,

but were with the persons who committed the crime. They were in the wrong

place at the wrong time, or were running with the wrong crowd. They were

not doing wrong, but got caught with those doing wrong. They were guilty

whom you hang around with and know what they're doing. If it's

wrong, then get away from there." Be careful with whom you associate.

Keg parties are nothing new. They were having them when I came along.

My friends held them on Friday nights and I felt pressure to attend, to

be part of the crowd. It got to be a joke. I'd stop by the convenience

store and pick up my six-pack of Coke. I'd show up and get ridiculed

for being a "goody, goody," but I had made a commitment not

to drink. I rationalized my presence by saying I was setting a good example

and showing you could have fun without the alcohol.

However, times have changed. You can get busted for underage drinking,

even if you don't take a sip. Only your presence is required.

Also, wear your seatbelt, whether you want to or not. Kirby had hooked

her lap belt, but had slipped her shoulder harness behind her. When she

hit the embankment, she was not protected from the impact. That seatbelt

is there for a reason.

Finally, it's better to be late and grounded than fast and dead.

Plan to leave in time to meet curfew. But if you get delayed, use good

judgment and extreme care. Don't drive too fast. You can tolerate

the consequences of missing curfew, and you can deal with getting chewed

out. But you can't imagine the pain you would cause to your family

and friends if something drastic and tragic happened to you because you

were speeding home and had an accident. Use good sense.

Listening to myself, it's amazing how much this advice sounds like

my mother. But from this perspective, I think she knew what she was talking

about afterall.

(The Rev. Dr. David L. Chancey is pastor, McDonough Road Baptist Church,

Fayetteville).