My proudest moment so far would be getting my driving license. It may seem normal to most people that getting a license is no big deal but I got it as a driver in the SAF. You see, passing the TP in the SAF is no easy feat. We had to drive an old manual 3-tonner around Kaki Bukit area which is notorious for its traffic.
When I first posted as a driver for the SAF, I felt
terrible. I pledged for my entire life that I will never drive a car as I don’t
like what I see on the road every day. Errant drivers and road rage are the
main reasons for me not to drive in Singapore but since I was in it, might as
well take it.
I started off as the worst among the 4 pupils under my
instructor. My buddy was my platoon mate so that was very calming as I have
someone who I knew better. He told me that he too wasn’t good at driving but he
needed my support as much as I needed his. I told myself that if I were to give up,
I would have let him down really bad. So, I endured the whole duration of
the driving course for him and also because if we were to fail, we would have
to come back for remedial training and that was the most irritating part of the
course since I live far from the camp. I told myself that I have to pass on my
first try as I have no choice if I don’t one to come for remedial training
every weekend.
I took every training seriously. Even though there were a
few mistakes, I learnt from them to improve myself. As time passed, I noticed
my sharp improvement from the day that I first drove in the circuit. A week
prior to my test, I felt an overwhelming confidence that I can pass my test
that even my instructor praised me and noted my stark improvement from day one.
He expected me to pass on the first try as he believed that I could. My buddy
was also amazed at how I had improved since day one and wished me the best of
luck for my test.
On the morning of the test, I was nervous but confident. Luckily,
I was pitted with the most lenient tester in that camp. That even boosted my
confidence and I carried on with the test. It was peak hour morning and traffic
was quite bad but manageable. After half an hour, I returned, parked my vehicle
and the tester asked me some questions before telling me to drive safely.
As I head back to the meeting point, the test conductor saw
me and he shouted out, “Congratulations, you passed!” My eyes widened as he had
confirmed my hunch. I knew I passed but not a good passed though. His words
sank deep into my head and I shook his hands in excitement. I never thought
that I would pass the test as I was at one time the worst performer. My buddy
was jubilant for me and my instructor was also very happy for my
accomplishment. They knew my struggles before and to see me pass was
heart-warming. I will never forget that day for my whole life.