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insaneracin2003
10-20-2004, 08:19 AM
73 in a 55 zone - 10/13/04
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>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 per hour, Jack pulled over, but
>only partially.
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>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.
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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."
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>Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
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>"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?"
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>"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our
>precinct."
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>Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change
tactics.
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>"What did 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 I 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.
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>"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:
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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. 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.
>
>Life is precious, so handle it with care!
>
>This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends.
>
>Drive safely & carefully.
>
>Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
>
>Funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail & 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 may not send it to
>many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or

>what they'll 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 there be peace within you today. May you trust God that you are
>exactly where you are meant to be.
>
>"I believe friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
>wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

Quad18star
10-20-2004, 09:56 AM
Yeah thats something that is so true . Speeders take the lives of innocent people every minute of every day . And for what purpose?? To get home 5 minutes earlier??

With winter fast approaching for many of us ... the snow is just around the corner .... driving conditions are going to be changing .... play it smart ... slow your speeds down !!!!!

insaneracin2003
10-20-2004, 09:58 AM
unless something drastic happens,your location,where-ever it may be,will still be there when you get there,whether you get there late or early........just my 2 cents......too many children out there playing.......