Learning To Drive, Learning To Live
My father, teaching me to drive: the stick-shift car stalls crossing the thoroughfare - bus approaching from the left, 18-wheeler storming in from the right, I freak out and squawk, believing we are going to die. My dad is unfazed:
"Don't panic, just drive.
Put the car in gear and drive."
Advice I still use.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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