Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Very Sobering Story

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.
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.'
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.
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.'


Tami said...

I LOVE this story, and the message.
BEAUTIFUL, yet sad

valerie lynn said...

What a powerful, powerful story! I often watch as others drive so fast down the road only to pull into a store which is only a few feet away. I know I use to speed as well, but now that I have children I tend to obey the laws of the road more than when I was younger. This story does make you stop and think about how lives can be changed in an instance simply by someone's carelessness and impatience.

Thanks for posting my friend!


Deare Diary said...

Ouch! What an awesome story. Not only are we breaking the law and not obeying the laws of the land but we are putting other peoples loved ones in danger. Lord, help us to be aware.

Omah's Helping Hands said...

Yes it is Tami. Your welcome Valerie Lynn. Thought it had an important message to get out.
So true Judy. It makes you stop and think.

3 Bay B Chicks said...

This is actually the 3rd time I have been to your site today and read this post, Tami. Although my kids prevented me from commenting, it was very much worth it.

A truly monumental post. Thank you for your words!


rossel said...

hi! nice story. I love it. Hope more bloggers can visit your site and read this especially those who are driving.

have a nice day and god bless! c",)

Omah's Helping Hands said...

Thank you Rossel! Glad to have you stopping by.

Omah's Helping Hands said...

Thank you Francesca! It holds so much importance. Often times we don't look at the obvious that is staring right at us.

Great-Granny Grandma said...

Such a beautiful story. I'm sure that note had a far more powerful effect than all the tickets in the world.