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Just read this slowly
>> > >
>> > >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, big pad in hand. Was that 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.