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Jonathan David Curcio

  Author: 65040  Category:(Memories of ) Created:(9/13/2011 8:40:00 PM)
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Please God I'm Only 17

The day that 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 my Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All of the kids drive."

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all of 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 to fast too fast-taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom 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 I felt a terribel jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream. Suddenly I awaken; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of glass were sticking out all over. It's 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 look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like a old man. He told the man in charge, "Yes, he is my son."

The funeral was a werid experience. I saw all of 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 the 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 the can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots. Everybody is in a daze. No one can believe this. And I can't believe it either. Please don't burry me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and laugh 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 am only 17!

In Memory of: Jonathan David Curcio 12/26/84 to 1/28/02

This story came out in the news paper shortly after my cousin Jonathan took his own life at age 17. I know what happened with him is nothing similar to what the story is about but both boys the age they died were 17.

He graduated from high school at age 16 because he was very smart. I guess he hated that all his life he was in foster families and never got to see his real family again. He was taken from his parents because they were involved with drugs and his father was put in jail for murder. He mudered his infant son the day my mom was in the hospital with me. One thing I have to live with the rest of my life knowing every year the day I was born.

The family misses him very much. We all really wanted to see him but it's too late now. He wasn't aloud to see his real family which I find wrong. They let him see his bad parents but he couldn't see his family that really cared and loved him. If he would have gotten to see his real family he probably would still be alive. If he would have waited for another year he could have been able to see his real family. My sister was very lucky to be the last family member to see him alive. I wish I could have gotten to meet him.

Just unbelieveable one day you can see a family member alive and walking around one day and a few weeks later you are at their funeral. Till this day we are still not sure exactly why he took his life. But my mom blamed herself so much for it. It wasn't her fault. I think my mom did the right thing. He deserved a better life then being around his parents the way they were. He had a girlfriend and worked for a church. We don't understand why he did it. We may never know.

Still left yet alive is his sister Anastasia. They have the same mother but different father. I will probably never get to meet her either since she was adopted out of our family and she is uncapable of communicating with us since she is deaf.

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Date: 9/13/2011 9:12:00 PM  From Authorid: 64819    Wow, very chilling, thank you for sharing.  
Date: 9/14/2011 12:21:00 AM  From Authorid: 26303    I'm so very for your loss..too young to die. The story about the car accident victim is very powerful too.
Your cousin may still contact you later in her life. She may be deaf, but I'm sure she can write and could very well want to contact her birth family when she is older.
  
Date: 9/14/2011 6:29:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    She is 22 now and yes could write. My sister took sign language in college but not sure how good she is at it. You never knoww as an adult now not looking for her birth family she may never want too. God knows her adoptive parents might not have told her she was adopted. Some people have grown up never knowing they were adopted because their parents were afraid they may not love them anymore or want to bother with them because they found their real family. I hope may be one day she would have someone contact us.
Date: 10/10/2011 8:40:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    He could have taken his life because he was moved away from us. It wasn't long after my sister met him on her friend's school bus and talk to him that he had to move away and he took his life. May be it really upset him. Or because he was almost 18 may be he was afraid of his parents being around him more. May be he didn't want to be around them. Or like I said may be he got fed up with constantly being moved foster family to foster family and just couldn't wait another year when he would be able to get out on his own. What I don't understand also is why they wouldn't allow him to see his other relatives and only let his parents see him. That was the worst choice they made. Wasn't fair at all. He should have been able to see us his relatives and not his parents. They didn't deserve to see him after what they did to his brother. I still think my aunt hasn't desevered to see him grow up. She never cared. At his funeral all she did was just sit and stare into space. Not a reaction on her face. No tears. His step father said my aunt was with "the body". Which had angered a lot of us. I don't care if Jonathan wasn't his real son. He should have showed some respect and called him by his name. Just because he wasn't alive doesn't mean he has no name anymore. Dead or alive you still use a persons name.
Date: 10/10/2011 8:44:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    My mom had the reaction his mom should have had. My mom bawled her eyes out. My mom NEVER cries. I have only ever saw my mom cry twice my whole life. First time was because she felt so sick and didn't know what was wrong with herself. Dad took her to the ER and I guess that was when they diagnosed her with diabeties.
Date: 10/10/2011 8:47:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    My mom walked away from his casket bawling feeling so guilty and that his death was her fault. But it wasn't. I cried seeing my mom in that pain. We never knew though that he was friends with a relative on my dad's side of the family for a long time. The relative never knew we were related to his friend. I wish he was still around but what happens in life happens for a reason.
Date: 1/22/2012 4:23:00 PM  From Authorid: 65703    Thank you for remembering Jonathan !! My time with him was short and we only had a few memories together. I always loved him; always will. And since my return, I have been blessed with a son who looks, acts and behaves like Jonathan. (Ironically, his mother named him Jonathan also ---- without knowing about the former one !!)

The story reported about me in the newspaper (1987)was not accurate but it is in the distant past and I cannot change anything. My losses have been GREAT; the biggest loss was Jonathan David. I continue living my life and thank God for a second chance, a second Jonathan.

I never met my parents; I was adopted. I understand the pain of not having a family and the loneliness of not knowing.

I spent a long time in prison and alot of time missing Jonathan. A Spiritual person --- who did not know me --- had a vision of Jonathan and his deceased brother in the arms of Jesus; she said she could see both of them at Peace; smiling. And now I have the spirit of Jonathan living through my new son who is trying to let me know that he knows the Truth.

It will be 10 years since you left the earth, son; you are not forgotten.

You are missed....

Love Forever:

Dad
Date: 4/24/2012 7:38:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    This saturday April 28th my birthday it will be 25 years ago Jonathan's brother was murdered. I have to live the rest of my life every year my birthday comes around knowing my cousin died so I could be born. I am not the only one in my family who was born after another family member has passed away. One of my cousin's oldest son was born on the same day one of my uncles past away.
Date: 12/21/2014 7:55:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    I found out that my cousin isn't deaf after all. I swore my family members told me she was. But she was abused by her father. So if we get the chance to reunite the family would love that. Sorry my family can tell me one thing and I can bring it up years later and they tell me they never said such a thing when they did. I also should have said it's seems as if my cousin's life was taken to start my life. It doesn't matter what the newspaper said. You murdered your new born infant son they same day I was born. It's great you have a son like Jonathan but he is not Jonathan. I really wanted to meet Jonathan. It was hard seeing him alive and breathing one day and a week later he was gone.
Date: 5/7/2018 10:13:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 65040    It's been tough living the rest of my life being the living reminder of another family members death. Especially when that family member was just an infant themselves when their life was cut too short. Sometimes I wonder if family members have treated me not so nicely over the years because of it. Even though it was not my fault he passed away. I was just an innocent child being brought into the world the same day because it was my time. Every year my birthday comes around I think about it. I was just 31 years. Jonathan is now in Heaven with his brother and mom. His mom passed away after she suffered a stroke leaving her a quadriplegic. It sucks when you grow up knowing about family members but never really got to know them or got to meet them and one day they are gone for good. Knowing you will never get to know them. There is only his sister left and I may never get to see her.

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