Meeting a Challenge

A few days ago, I attempted - and passed - my first-ever driving test.
Unlike most people, I'd been disadvantaged as a young person, in regard to getting a licence. My father had given his up, following a collision, when I was about eleven. My mother had been very nervous about cars, and did not encourage me to learn. And, of course, with no car and no licence, my dad couldn't supervise me, and there was no-one else who could in our circle. The die had been cast.
Fast forward - x number of years. When I finally made up my mind to learn, I was older than my father had been when he called it a day. My husband, Ron, patiently showed me the ropes. It took quite a while. At first, I was hopeless at steering. More than once, I thought I'd never make it. But I did!
The moral? If the end result is something you really want, then without doubt, it's worth the struggle to achieve.