03:54 Jan 11 2011
Times Read: 667
Jack took a long look at his speedometer
> before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone.
> Fourth time in as many months.
> How could a guy get caught so often?
>
>
> When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour,
> Jack pulled over, but only partially.
> Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
> Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
> The cop was stepping out of his car,
> the big pad in hand.
>
> Bob...Bob from Church !!
> Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
> This was worse than the coming ticket.
> A cop catching a guy from his own church.
> A guy who happened to be a little eager
> to get home after a long day at the office.
> A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
>
>
>
> Jumping out of the car,
> he approached a man he saw every Sunday,
> a man he'd never seen in uniform. 'Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like
> this.'
> 'Hello, Jack.' No smile.
>
>
>
> 'Guess you caught me red-handed
> in a rush to see my wife and kids.'
>
> 'Yeah, I guess.' Bob seemed uncertain.
> Good.
> 'I've seen some long days at the office lately.
> I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once.'Jack toed at a
> pebble on the pavement.
> 'Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight.
> Know what I mean?'
>
>
>
> 'I know what you mean.
> I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct .'
> Ouch.
> This was not going in the right direction.
> Time to change tactics.
>
>
>
>
> 'What'd you clock me at?'
>
> 'Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?'
>
>
> 'Now wait a minute here, Bob.
> I checked as soon as I saw you.
> I was barely nudging 65.'
> The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
>
>
>
> 'Please, Jack, in the car'
>
>
> Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.
> Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard.
> He was in no rush to open the window.
>
>
>
>
> The minutes ticked by.
> Bob scribbled away on the pad.
> Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
>
>
>
> Whatever the reason,
> it would be a month of Sundays
> before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
>
>
>
>
> A tap on the door jerked his head to the left..
> There was Bob, a folded paper in hand
> Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches,
> just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip..
>
>
> 'Thanks.' Jack could not quite keep
> the sneer out of his voice.
>
>
> Bob returned to his police car without a word.
> Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
> Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.
> How much was this one going to cost?
>
> Wait a minute.
> What was this ... Some kind of joke !!
>
>
> Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read: 'Dear Jack, Once upon a
> time I had a daughter.
> She was six when killed by a car.
> You guessed it - a speeding driver.
> A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.
> Free to hug his daughters, all three of them.
> I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven
> before I can ever hug her again.
>
> A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man.
> A thousand times I thought I had.
> Maybe I did, but I need to do it again.
> Even now.
> Pray for me.
> And be careful, Jack,
> my son is all I have left.'
>
>
>
> 'Bob'
>
>
>
>
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car
pull away and head down the road.
Jack watched until it disappeared.
A full 15 minutes later, he too,
pulled away and drove slowly home,
praying for forgiveness and
hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious.
Handle with care.
COMMENTS
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atyourwindow
04:35 Jan 11 2011
damm corrupt cop.
NocturnalMistress
05:02 Jan 11 2011
That honestly made me sad. :(
DarkAngelOfTheMoon18
15:27 Feb 28 2011
it is