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    unus mendiosus unus neco Array DeeJay's Avatar
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    Just a Thought...

    I know there has been a lot of discussion about speeding on this board.. I'm not one to really argue online.. but I had this story emailed to me last night, just thought I'd share it:

    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, 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
    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.

    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. Remember, cars are not the only things called by their maker.

    Now I realize this is a bit "churchy" for some.. but I think it's worth the read..

    R.I.P Corey

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    Regular Array tostitos's Avatar
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    a little "churchy" as you say, but still a good story. Kinda puts life in retrospect.

    thanks for sharing.
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    Don't worry be happy Array bukaroo's Avatar
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    I appriciate the story. It is important to see it through other peoples eyes. You'd have to be a fool not to get the point!!
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    Great story.
    Cry in the dojo, laugh on the battlefield
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    The height of your flight is inversely proportionate to the mass of your ass.

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    Member #827 Array CrotchRocketeer's Avatar
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    Originally posted by bukaroo
    You'd have to be a fool not to get the point!!
    He got off scotch free! NICE WORK! Go faster next time, see how far he can push it!

    Also a sad story, yes terrible and moving etc... Me =

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    good read.
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    i wonder if they played golf.. kinda had his foot in his mouth after that one..

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