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Just read this slowly
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> > Jack took a long look at his speedometer before
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> > slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as
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> > 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
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> > pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry
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> > about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other
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> > car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop
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> > was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
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> > Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his
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> > trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket.
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> > A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
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> > happened to be a little eager to get home after a
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> > long day at the office. A guy he was about to play
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> > golf with tomorrow.
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> > Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw
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> > 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
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> > 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
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> > afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."
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> > Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said
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> > something about roast! beef and potatoes tonight.
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> > Know what I mean?"
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> > "I know what you mean. I also know that you have a
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> > reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not
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> > going in the right direction. Time to change
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> > 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 I
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> > saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to
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> > come easier with every ticket.
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> > "Please, Jack, in the car."
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> > Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the
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> > still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the
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> > dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
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> > The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
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> > Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
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> > Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays
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> > before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on
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> > the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob,
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> > a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window
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> > a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass
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> > him the slip.
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> > "Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of
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> > his voice.
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> > Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack
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> > watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the
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> > sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
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> > Wait a mi! minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
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> > Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
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> > "Dear Jack,
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> > Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when
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> > killed by a car. You guessed it-a speeding
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> > driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man
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> > was free. Free to hug his daughters All three of
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> > them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait
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> > until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A
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> > thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A
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> > thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I
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> > need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
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> > careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
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> > "Bob"
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> > Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull
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> > away and head down the road.. Jack watched until it
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> > disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled
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> > away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness
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> > and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
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> > Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an
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> > important message; please pass it along to your
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> > friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars
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> > are not the only things recalled by their maker. My mom sent this to me, and having kids it kinda hit a soft spot, so I thought I would share.

way cool
makes you think dont it

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if you aint skeered just a little bit THEN YOU AINT GOING AS FAST AS YOU SHOULD BE!!!!

GOTTA GET A NEW LUV!!!!!!!!!

yeah kinda sad. i got a similar one from madd about drunk driving...


>>I went to a party, And remembered what you said. You told me not to
>drink,
>>Mom So I had a sprite instead.
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>>I felt proud of myself, The way you said I would, That I didn't drink
>and
>>drive, Though some friends said I should.
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>>I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right, The party
>finally
>>ended, And the kids drove out of sight.
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>>I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece, I never knew what
>was
>>coming, Mom Something I expected least.
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>>Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say, The kid
>that
>>caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away.
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>>My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry. I can hear the
>>paramedic say, This girl is going to die.
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>>I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high, Becaus e he
>chose
>>to drink and drive, Now I would have to die.
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>>So why do people do it, Mom Knowing that it ruins lives?
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>>And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives.
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>>Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom Tell daddy to be brave, And when I
>go to
>>heaven, Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.
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>>Someone should have taught him, That it's wrong to drink and drive.
>Maybe
>>if his parents had, I'd still be alive.
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>>My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared. These are
>my
>>final moments, And I'm so unprepared.
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>>I wish that you could hold me Mom, As I lie here and die. I wish that
>I
>>could say, "I love you, Mom!" So I love you and good-bye.



I guess madd plans on getting 5000 signatures and passing it on to president Bush

that's a poem from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I have it. lol. but still it's a very striking poem.

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I got my LUV!!!!!!!

Damn. With my kids in their rooms playing behind me, I got a lttle choked up. Funny how differently things affect you after you have kids.

I kinda got choked up to, and when I told my wife the story I think I seen a little gloss in her eyes as well. Makes me not want to drive like hell in the luv. NOT