We will either accuse ourselves or excuse ourselves. – St John Marie Vianney
I woke up today a bag of nerves; today was my practical exam for driving. According to the instructor, I “nudged” a pole and so I failed my test automatically. Next one is on Monday, please say a prayer for me and do yourself a courtesy and keep off the roads.
I’ve got it all down pat but if it wasn’t for backing-up into a parking space, I’d be licensed as we speak. I specifically made sure nobody knew I was doing this today, other than two close friends, because if I didn’t get my licence there’d be no “awe, I’m sorry, you’ll do better next time!” or sympathetic ooh’s and ahh’s.
I’m still nervous and I was nervous the full day yesterday. How often, in states of panic, can I be mean to those much superior to myself. The quote above is something I need to memorise, for I’m but a sinner who has forgotten his empathy and sympathy. I’m that nervous that I can’t even think of much to say, all day I’ve been stuttering and talking overly fast and emphasising words that shouldn’t ever be emphasised.