it was so close....

my friends and i exchange the miseries of missing a train.
the story always started like……the train approached, I rushed to the platform from the ticket office, …

running fast) the bell of the train rings, i stood at the entrance of the platform and just watched the train to depart.

running faster) i arrived at the door of the train just in the very last second, griped the handle of the door, felt the train move slowly from my hands...on the platform.

running very fast!!) i entered the train at the very last minute, standing by the door gaspingly. the train started to move. i breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the train on the other side of the platform that was also ready to depart. then, i saw the sign of that train and realized that i just took the wrong train to the opposite direction.

sometimes it really does not matter that you run or don't run, or how fast you run.