Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Free Narrative Essays - Speeding Is A Dead End :: Example Personal Narratives
      Speeding Is A Dead End                 Part of being a human being is learning from  our mistakes.  It is a     natural process that we all experience at various periods of our lives.   For     instance, throughout the process of learning how to solve mathematics  problems,     the only method is to practice solving the problems.  During this  process of     solving the problems, it is only natural to make mistakes.  By  comparison, in     life in general, the only way to learn to become a better person is by     correcting the mistakes that were previously experienced.  During the  past     eighteen years, I have learned many lessons as a result of primarily  making     mistakes. My mother always told me to obey the speed limit because one day  I     will unexpectedly have to pay the price.  Not only could I kill myself  by     speeding, I could kill other innocent people that could have been  involved.     Moreover, not only did I not comply with the speed limit, I did not obey  my     mother.  Unfortunately, I learned my lesson one gloomy day when I got  caught for     speeding on a city street by a police officer.                 It was the typical setting to be accused for a  driving offense.  The     clouds were gray, the roads were slick due to a recent rainfall and there  was     not many cars on the road encouraging me to drive faster.  I had just  gone     through a yellow light at a major intersection and when I looked straight  ahead,     there was not a car in sight.  Due to the fact that the road was "all  mine", I     was encouraged to travel twenty-five kilometers over the speed limit.     Admittedly, I almost heard my mother telling me to slow down.  After my  increase     in velocity, I noticed  I was approaching a downhill.  Since I was  driving     downhill, I was forced to pick up speed and I reached approximately 100  km/h.     When I reached the level road again, I was able to see the road ahead.   To my     surprise, I noticed an old, rotten car parked on the shoulder of the road and  a     person wearing a hat getting out of it.  As I drew nearer, I noticed  that it was     a police officer directing me to stop the car and park on the shoulder of  the     					    
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