one of the ID's Assignment. about experience's narrative text.

A DANGEROUS EXPERIENCE

Four years ago, I got a dangerous experience. It happened when I was in Senior High School. On that time, I was in a hurry to go home because I had to prepare my self for praying Friday in the mosque of my village as fast as I could. When I saw my watch. “Oh, I get a limited time” I said. Then I run to the parking area to get my motorcycle.

            While I turned on my motorcycle, my heart said something that make my feeling so confused. “I have to arrive in the house fast, but the time is limited. Should I take a risk and make time?”. Then, I took a deep breath when I was starting to drive.

Along the way up to the house, I did not had a blind spot, because my motorcycle was running on the fast speed and I  began to feel worried. I have ridden my Smash motorcycle for about 5 minutes ago. Then I got a straightway. Unfortunately, there was a big truck in front of me, but I did not care about it. I started to look for the way how to overtake that big transportation. Then I tried to overtake that yellow truck by moving on the right of it. I made my speed quicker than before.

But, how stupid I am. There was a motorcycle in front of my way. I could not control my mind again and my motorcycle was still running on fast speed. Then we collided each other. I felt down to the street and they felt down to the gutter. Not only my motorcycle and shoes which were broken, but also my fingernail. My mind was in full confusion on that time, because so many blood of my fingernail was spilling out.

Other thing that made me so confused was there was no someone who wanted to help me. Whereas there were many people on the roadside. Then there was a 27-old-years man with an old motorcycle, named Mr. Mujid, said to the people who saw that accident. “ Hei, why you just dazed. Help him!” said Mr. Mujid. “Help him to ride my motorcycle!” he added. Then, two men on the roadside helped me to ride the motorcycle. After that, the man with the old motorcycle took me to the closest hospital.

Finally, my family came to the hospital after the kind man called them. My mother gave him enough money as the price of his kind, but that kind man refused it humbly. “He is a really kind man” I said. It was an unfogertable moment of mine. Now, I will try to study from that incident and I will not drive my motorcycle with the over speed.