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THOTH · 19-02-2005, 14:22

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?
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
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> "Hello, Jack." No smile.
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> "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.
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> "What'd you clock me at?"
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> "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
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> "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely nudging 65" The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
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> "Please, Jack, in the car."
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> 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.
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> Jack began to read:
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> "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.
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> And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
> "Bob"
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> 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.
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> 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.

19-02-2005, 14:22	#1
THOTH Full Member Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 109 Liked: 0 times Rep Power: 42	Thoughts on Speeding 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 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.