Ok so it happened in mid December last year, I was supposed to go to a friend's house to do a summarization regarding our upcoming report, my uncle has brought his jeepney, I had to drive our motorcycle so that he can park his car in another place for safety, because we are only taking the motorcycle to get to my friends house. Before leaving I thought of buying bread to bring with me, and yes I brought some, I hanged it on the motorcycle's handle. In the process, my uncle allowed me to go first so that he'll be behind me. I am not really a first timer in riding a motorcycle alone, but this is the first time I am going to drive at quite a distance, so I was quite excited. In the way, I thought that the bread is starting to fall, I was looking at it instead of the road, and I did not notice the the road was already curving in a unsymmetrical way, and so I lost balance and got off track, but the motorcycle was really hard to control because the side roads are not cemented, and so, I fell off the motorcycle and got a few scratches and bruises, good thing I am not driving so fast, if I was, maybe I am not here writing this entry, hahaha.
Good thing it is really not that serious, but I have to go back home to clean my wounds. All the other car behind us thought that he bumped into me, that is why I am there, others also thought that I am avoiding the other cars that is why I am at the side. I am crying and laughing at myself inside me, because people are getting into conclusions just based on what they saw. And after a few moment of my uncle confirming that am okay we headed back home. I was still shaking while driving the motorcycle back home. But I did my best, when we arrived home, I was really afraid that after my mother knows about it, she would never let me touch the motorcycle again, but that did not happened because when we meet with her after going to my friend's house, I am still the one driving the motorcycle.
I wanted to share that story with you because up until now, when I am driving or passing through that road where I fall, I still feel something in my heart. It was like several needles are being pinned to my heart simultaneously. And I questioned myself why? Maybe because it wanted to teach me a lesson. We may fall, we may be bruised, we may be hurt, but that is life's one way of saying that we should become stronger. We may fall and feel that we could never get back on our feet, but If we did that, nothing will really change. But standing on it may pull a string and make a miracle. The memory of being hurt will remain as well as the scar of it, not to make an ugly look, but to make us remember that we once have fallen and stood up again being stronger.
Memories also remain to remind us that, through life, we are able to experience the sweetest and the most bitter things there is to experience. But through these things, we are able to go and continue being a person, not perfect, but learning. And so by this we should not be afraid to make a fall or commit mistakes, because we are people, we are not perfect, but we are one of God's masterpieces and that we should be proud of. Always we should live our lives to the fullest. :)
Sorry for bragging on these things on your friends page, ^^,
Take Care everyone.