*Second part of the drivers license story:


(I am sorry for making you guy's wait but I ran out of time to write yesterday, had other important things to do as I am sure you will understand.

So here we go again, I left off at the point where I was about to drive home from the gym with my girl, her new license and my isotonic drink in me.

We drove for about 10 minutes to the nearest fast food restaurant which we like and made our order, this took maybe another 10 minutes, as soon as we got our order, lift off! We started driving home which is, depending on traffic a 20 to 30 minutes drive, after I got on the speed road, I started to feel the same symptoms I've felt when I was sanding my motorbike's fender with a circular sanding tool and accidentally cut my wrist open.

I started feeling cold, sweaty and like I was going to faint so I shared this with my girlfriend (while still driving, I couldn't stop there!) but the poor girl couldn't do anything to help me so instead of taking the usual exit home I took the first one I saw and weant driving through a small tow, the same town where we where stopped earlyer by the police, funny enough that I was feeling like I was dying and something was hemoraging in me, there I am behind another police car. At this time all I could think of was, (OK, if they stop me again they are driving me to the hospital!).

But after about 2 minutes of following them again my will(we where going the same way)  we drove bye some night club which is usually and specially on Saturday night's, guarded by the police. So that is the moment when everything got better, the police decided to drive in to a gas station in front of the club, and I started feeling better.

It was a very bit relief, no more cold sweat, no more thinking that I am dying, can finally drive home in peace and get some well desired rest.

This shows my character because of all of the obstacles which I had to face in life, I was feeling like *Sh* in my car for 15 to 20 minutes but I've powered through d
, didn't let it stop me. As the French say, "Ca Passe Ou ça Casse"
That means that it will pass or it willbreak(whatever "it" may be).

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And this was only a regular Saturday,but I've leaned a lesson on this day, the lesson is to show you how fragile life can be and that the world is made of cycles, one angel gets they wings while another angel's heart stops beating.

Thank you for reading my story, I will keep updating every time something relevant comes along.