When it was time to stop driving, handing over my licence wasn’t as hard as I’d feared
The author reflects on the experience of surrendering his driving license after over 65 years of driving. He shares a poignant moment with an old friend, both grappling with the realities of aging and independence. Ultimately, he finds a sense of relief and freedom in letting go of the responsibility of driving.
- ▪The author handed over his driving license after decades of driving.
- ▪He met an old friend who is also struggling with the idea of giving up driving.
- ▪Both men discussed the importance of independence and the challenges of aging.
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ShareSave for laterPlease log in to bookmark this story.Log InCreate Free AccountOpen this photo in gallery:Illustration by Drew ShannonFirst Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide.The clerk barely looked up when I slid my driving licence across the counter. I’d rehearsed a small speech on the walk over – something about 65-plus years behind the wheel, about choosing this moment rather than having it chosen for me. But when the clerk reached for the card, I had nothing to say. She tapped something into her computer, nodded and that was it.Outside, the air carried that magical scent of a low tide from a nearby shoreline.
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