About a month ago, I was pulling out from a parking lot with my dad. I’m still practicing driving. There was a miscommunication and I pulled out and nearly hit someone on a motorcycle. Since then., I can’t stop thinking about it. No one was hurt but the guilt is eating at me. The fact I could have hurt or killed that person hurts nearly as bad. I didn’t know them. They could have had kids, people who depend on them. Even if they didn’t it would still be just as bad. My dad and I both admitted it was equally are fault for the miscommunication. He seems to be over it, but I’m not. I’m terrified to get on the road. I’m terrified of driving because I realize how quickly I could end mine of someone else’s life. The weight of responsibility is so much. I get that I’m still learning but it’s still terrifying to think that if I hadn’t been quick enough to react, and that the motorcyclist hadn’t swerved that he could have died.