A Lesson Well Learned
Sometimes we have to learn a lesson the hard way. It is a natural process to experience a lesson at different points in our lives. During the past eighteen years, I have learned many lessons as a result of making mistakes.
My boyfriend always told me to obey the speed limit because one day I would unexpectedly have to pay the price. He reminded me not only could I kill myself by speeding, but I could kill other innocent people with my recklessness. Not only did I not comply with the speed limit, I did not listen to my boyfriend. Unfortunately, I learned my lesson one gloomy day when I was caught for speeding in the town of Lyons by a police officer.
It was a typical Sunday morning with me rushing out the door; practically late for work. As I was flying out the door, my boyfriend said to me, “Be careful, drive slow, drive safe!” I barely heard him as I let the door slam behind me.
The clouds were gray, the roads were slick due to a recent rainfall, and there were not many cars on the road which encouraged me to drive faster. I had just gone through a yellow light at a major intersection. As I peered down the road before me, there was not a car insight. With the roads devoid of traffic, I felt like I was all alone on my commute to work. I figured no one would notice if I pressed a bit harder on the gas petal. I pushed aside the voice of my boyfriend telling me to slow down as I sped down the road.
After I increased in velocity, I noticed I was approaching a downhill. The car picked up speed as I cruised down the hill. As I reached the level road again, I was able to see the road ahead. To my surprise, I spotted a black car on the shoulder of the road. As I drew nearer, I noticed it was a police officer, and my heart began beating rapidly. I immediately knew I was going to be in trouble, so I tried to reduce my speed, but it was too late.
As I careened by the police officer car, he turned his lights on forcing...