Personal Narrative Drivers

It was a typical drive to school- fingers tapping on the steering wheel as I sing along with the overplayed pop song playing on the radio station. As I approached an intersection, I saw a dark blue sedan coming from the left, but realized that the driver had a stop sign and I did not. Therefore, I continued driving-still singing and tapping to the rhythm of the song- when suddenly, I found myself slamming on the brakes. My body jerked forward, and I looked up to find the front of my car collided with the dark blue sedan.

My vehicle was destroyed. I stood in disbelief as I watched my gray Nissan being pulled away by the tow truck. Initially, I was angry at the woman who decided that the stop sign regulation did not apply to her. However, I failed to appreciate that we were both safe.
Not only did I become a more attentive driver, but I was reminded of the responsibility that I have for receiving my driving privileges. I learned when granted an important opportunity in life, it should be taken seriously. My driving privileges was given to me because someone believed that I could handle the responsibility of driving for myself and others, in addition to obeying traffic laws. It’s my duty to what is called of me. This is a lesson that I chose to carry throughout my life in every privilege that I