Finally. I Got My P-Plate.

The Triangle That's Stuck To Hubby's Sports Car.

Grin.

After 12 years (since the first lessons), I'm so thankful and somewhat embarrassed to say I've gotten my driving license (as of 31 Aug 2010). This whole driving issue has been the bane of my life - from failing to failed conversions, to learning and getting pregnant and more - and of course heaps of teasing and poking from family and friends (was worse when my younger sis got her license. sigh). And that was my big secret for the past 3 months. So you just imagine the sigh of relief.

The entire test experience was significant in itself and I laugh and cry every time I think about it. More than anything I'm thankful God was gracious - he really made this small 'miracle' happen. Just a quick recount: Heaps went wrong, and usually they do when you're nervous and your heart's feeling as though it's jumping out of your body and all you want to do is rush to the toilet and pee. I went to the wrong car. And the small Indian examiner said 'I think you went to the wrong car'. I profusely apologized and he pointed me to the right vehicle. We did the circuit dos and at the parallel park, I hit the curb. Fail. I thought that was it. And I went through the rest of the test in a state of despair and disappointment. All through the way though, I kept asking the Lord for a miracle. In my heart I was still hoping for a maybe. We go back to the driving centre and the tester made me wait for what felt like forever. And finally when he came out, he told me that I was really anxious and needed to be careful. By then I think my mind sort of switched off and just upset with my silly mistake. He then puts my score in front of me and said I passed. Some tap just switched on and I could not help but cry (almost like non-stop). The Indian examiner laughed and told me 'remember, don't be too anxious'.

Drama huh. Just the way life seems to always be. There's always a story to tell and always something to thank God for.