I FAILED MY DRIVING TEST—BUT THE OFFICER GAVE ME SOMETHING I DIDN’T EXPECT

I was nervous and shaking as I sat behind the wheel for my driving test.

I overthought every action, sure that I was failing. Officer Latham, who was observing me,

remained silent, noting my mistakes. Afterward, she handed me a list of free driving workshops, telling me,

“You’re not a bad driver—just a nervous one. That can be fixed.” The next day, I visited her at the station.

She greeted me warmly and showed me a room filled with notes and photos of people whose lives had been

changed by others believing in them. “Failure isn’t the end,” she said, sharing her own story of overcoming

teenage motherhood and hardship with the help of a supportive teacher.She gave me practical advice:

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