2 sides of a story

Anger :/

In my opinion, there are always 2 sides of a story.
A young boy who had dashed out of the roads to get his ball.
A driver drives at full speed, notices the boy , brakes and tries all his might to avoid hiting him.
The young boy ran away unscathed , traumatised, having this fear of getting hit.
However, the other side of the story is dat the driver felt relieved as he didnt hit the boy.
Which this fear,hitting the innocoent, stays in his heart.

The above story may seem abstract.
My main point is dat never discriminate something that you dont like.
A worthless subject to u may seem like a vital essence in a person's life.
Even if i were to hate something, i wouldnt go ard spreading to ppl abt how futile it is to learn and how it couldnt benifit myself.
Well " a person's meat could be another man's poison" :/

todae i had experienced the most malu-est bus trip ):
guess wadd?
this happened :/

went up bus 195 and it was packed like
sardines.
i was standing near the exit.
a woman wanted to alight and she said
"Excuse mie (: "
i let go of the pole dat helped mi to gain
my balance.
Out of the blue, there was an
abrupt halt*
I lost balance and stepped on 2 passenger's feet.
"SORRY!" i squealed ):

so frigging malu );
if it was 1 person i might feel a lil happier.
BUD U NOE WAD? I STEPPED ON 2 PPL LAh (so glad dey werent wearing slippers) :/
@%^$(&$)#(&$)#^$#)(
literally my feet on other ppl's feet ):
so maaluuu.... argh!