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Do Not travel alone when you are sick.



Once upon a time, I was sick. I did not take it seriously and continued to live like a normal person. It was a monday morning, I had woken up at one thirty in the morning, at four a.m I went for a jog, and then went to the hospital at around nine. By ten thirty, I had received all the medical care that I needed. I had an appointment with someone, but I could not reach him.

 To kill time, I decided to go to the US embassy. I wanted to sign up to use their E-library. As I was on the opposite side of the road, I had to walk from Sonatubes to Gisement. It was a tiring walk, but I could not take a motorcycle while I had two functioning legs. I went to the embassy, read the black book, and then signed up for the E-library. I tried to call the person we were to meet, but I still could not reach him.

I went to the bus stop, but there were no buses around. I passed a whole hour waiting for a bus, but none came. Then I got lucky, and an almost empty bus going to Remera stopped right in front of me. I thanked God, and hurried inside. A few minutes later, the police was on our heels. apparently, the bus had passed on the wrong side. Every passenger had to move out, me inclusive. I was so disappointed, but I had no other choice except going out.

I decided to take a bike because I was feeling kinda tired. I told the guy to take me to Remera. I was planning to continue walking on foot from there. Halfway there, my head started pounding, my vision blurring and my strength leaving me. Tears started welling in my eyes, I ended up telling him to take me up to the gate at my house. I was soo weak, that getting of the bike was the most difficult thing to do.

Right after reaching home, I took a glass of cold skimmed milk and felt rejuvenated. I was lucky I got home safely. I could have fainted right on that bike, or even worse, the motor cyclist could have taken advantage of me. Since then, I learnt my lesson. Now is the time for you to learn. Remember, A WISE PERSON LEARNS FROM OTHER'S MISTAKES.

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