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. This is an important message; please
pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars
are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like
wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the sanctity of
life, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many
on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they
will think of you for sending it to them.
Pass this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we'll never know if we
don't try.
May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift
us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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. This is an important message; please
pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars
are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like
wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the sanctity of
life, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many
on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they
will think of you for sending it to them.
Pass this on, you may save a life. Maybe not, but we'll never know if we
don't try.
May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift
us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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