A Painful Lesson

I was driving in a lorry together with my Dad while we were on our way to Lukut the other day. Because I wanted to chase after time, I sped off like crazy. I think I’m the only lorry driver who drives like crazy on the narrow and beaten out road to Lukut. My Dad asked me to slow down numerous times but I didn’t heed. As if it was the ride of my life. The moment we arrived at the place, we discovered one of the chemical that we carry in a pail broke out and spill all over the back of the lorry. And the rest is history.

It’s easy say “I know what I’m doing” when somebody tell you to do something. Or it’s easy to say “Well, you’re not in my position. That’s why I know what I’m doing.” Actually it’s because that somebody is “not in your position” that he is seeing something that you’re not seeing. Sometimes you’re in your own box of dilemma and it takes somebody else outside from your box, who can see the bigger picture to tell you your problem. But I guess that’s human, right? Not until when the rubber meets the road. When the wall collides. Then we will learn from our mistakes when we experience pain and loss. It always take a painful lesson to keep us reminded for the things we should have known. That’s always the case.