The Last Hope
Out of the course of 48 people, only 2 are left----my friend and I. I have lost count of the days that slipped past during the previous two weeks. As the numbers dwindled, I still clung on to my wavering faith. Failure after failure. After today, I have failed the driving test seven times. Each time after a trainee has failed, he has to make up for driving (200km +50 min). 7 times.
I felt like giving up; but I can't. So many people still believed in me, which is miraculous considering that I long lost hope in myself. I have driven endlessly around Tampines, Pasir Ris, Bedok , etc, in a monster truck at 50 kmh. Of the last 5 today, 3 have been kicked out of course. Only my friend and I have been given this last chance on Monday.
"why do u refuse to die?"..."why not give up?! damn you, just give up"...But I won't---I refuse to, even if I am the last guy taking the damn test..I treat the tests the same way as I would treat other people, refusing to condemn them until they proved to be irredeemable. Whatever the outcome, I must at least walk out of the gates with my head high, knowing that I have already put in my all, even if I know that I may have to taste the bittersweet sting of my tears.