I recently saw a wonderful film called God Grew Tired of Us. It was a moving, respectful look at the journeys of three refugees from war-torn Sudan. The men end up in the United States, via Ethiopia and Kenya, after having walked for five years in search of relief from war, genocide, dehydration and starvation. They lost many friends and family members along the way. It was fascinating to watch their adjustment to the pace and priorities of America. As overwhelming as their new lives were, never did they forget those they left behind in Africa.
One thing about the film that really struck me was that these men, new to modern conveniences such as airplanes and refrigerators, apparently took no time to get their driver's licences. These are men who were concerned that electricity would be too hard to "use." Now they're driving. Then there's me, someone who grew up surrounded by the latest technology. It has been well over a year since I started my quest to become licenced. During tonight's lesson, my new driving instructor shook her head and said to herself, "That's baaaad," several times. I'm getting the feeling I should stick to using simpler pieces of machinery, such as safety scissors.
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Practice makes perfect.
That's baaaad?
Gosh, what a supportive instructor.
Don't you DARE give up on driving! I was a horrible driver, scared and nervous, an absolute mess on the road.
YOU CAN DO THIS. Who cares if it takes awhile? You have gone this long without driving.
It is really worth the effort.
Thanks, friends.
Anonymous, Scott has actually suggested that he and I go out driving tomorrow -- in other words, that he grit his teeth and hang on for dear life while I get some practice in. Yay!
Rob, indeed, she's quite supportive, saying things like, "Ah, that would be an automatic fail on your road test." Yes, way to build up my confidence.
har, I really appreciate that. I keep forgetting that getting my licence (if I ever do) will actually be worth the sweat and tears (no blood, yet) that I'm putting into it.
You'll get the hang of it. I waited a year after my first couple of driving lessons to try again. It was much easier the second time around when I took private lessons.
Thank you, Captain. I tend to forget that I'm not the only person on the planet who hasn't zipped through driver's ed and secured a licence in record time.
Just to keep things exciting, I've changed my blog address. Now it's themepartygirl.blogspot.com. But it's still the same old stuff.
I'll check that movie out Jen. Thanks.
Ask for driving, I think I will join you with the safety scissors. I hate driving. You can have my license if you want it.
In Washington DC I would get to where I going quicker with a pair of safety scissors than in a car anyway.
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