Oh, What A Moment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got home from a two-week mission trip to the Caribbean Island of Dominica last night. One of the first things I did this morning was call my two grandchildren, who live across town from me, to see if they wanted to have lunch with me. My daughter told me that her son was going to go to the Department of Public Safety office to take his written test for the Learner’s permit to drive.

I told her I needed to go to the credit union anyway, that I would drop them off at the DPS office, go do my business and come back to get them for a pizza buffet. She thought that sounded like a good plan.

When I returned from the credit union, my grandson was just finishing up his test. He passed, of course, and was granted his license to drive with a licensed driver over 21 in the front seat with him. He had a bit of a smug look on his face, but did not act giddy or uncool. I shook his hand, and as we walked out the door, I handed him the keys to my car. He looked at me in disbelief, and then jumped about four feet off the ground. He ran over to the car and got in the driver’s seat. I got in front with him.

When he got situated, he started the car and proceeded out of the parking lot. We were across the street from a community college. The parking lot was mostly empty, with classes out for the summer. His mother asked him to pull in there and drive around for a few minutes to familiarize himself with the car and its handling. He did that, but after a few minutes, he was ready to take us to lunch. He left the parking lot and headed toward the feeder road of the State Highway we would be taking for a couple of miles.

As we moved, another car came toward the road we were on, using another exit from the college parking lot. That driver came up to the stop sign at a pretty rapid pace, not braking till the very last second. As we passed that car, my grandson said, “GrandDad, that is scary, I didn’t know if she was going to stop.” I told him driving is dangerous!
When we got to the intersection with the feeder road, the light there was red. He stopped in the right lane, and as he waited, an SUV pulled up on our left and blocked my grandson’s view. He eased forward to see past the SUV and saw the way clear. He made the right turn onto the feeder road and moved to the left lane, so he could enter the highway.

As he made his way up the ramp, accelerating to merge with traffic, an eighteen-wheeler was passing the entrance. Though he was a bit intimidated, the boy merged in to the lane behind the truck, then moved to the center lane of the three-lane road. He accelerated up to the speed limit, 65, and was so excited, nervous, rapturous at his new power!

We had to make two turns to get to the pizza joint. All in all, my grandson drove about three miles. I wonder if he will ever have a more awesome driving experience in his entire life!

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