A version of this article previously appeared on Medium.
I’m about to share what I used to consider one of the most embarrassing facts about me. I haven’t shared this with anyone till’ this day. It’s a fact I cringed to admit for the six years it’s been since it occurred.
I failed my first driving test.
I remember the day so vividly. I still haven’t forgotten how ironic it was when Daniel Powter’s song “Bad Day” came on the radio on my way to the test.
For months prior, everyone had told me the test is a breeze unless I got a particular examiner. All the kids in town called him “Scary Larry.” No joke. They had shown me multiple pictures of the guy to know exactly who to avoid on test day.
Of course, as I pulled into the DMV, I see that exceedingly familiar face approach my mom’s gold MDX.
And here I was, stuck in the middle:
On one end, I had been told the test is easy peasy and that everyone passes. On the other, I had heard I would probably fail if I had a certain examiner.
An extremely nervous, confused teenager. Which led to the following outcome: automatic disqualification. Grounds? Intervention by examiner. I remember the exact location of the unprotected left turn that cost me my 16 year old drivers license bragging rights.
So basically I failed that day and assumed nothing good would come of it. I was conditioned to believe the result of my first driving test defined my aptitude as a driver.
Well, I was dead wrong. Here’s why:
I didn’t realize it but today I acknowledge that three good things happened to me after that day:
Let’s close with some wisdom from our beloved #23:
I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
Time to throw ourselves around and fail some more.