本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a
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> >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 Christian cop watching 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."
> >
> >"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 dash board. 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 I've 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. This is an important message, please
> >pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully.
> >
> >Remember, cars are not the only thing recalled by their maker.
> >
> >Funny how you can send a thousand jokes' through e-mail and 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 will not send it to many on your address list because
> >you're not sure what they will think of you for sending it to them. Pass
> >this on - you may save a life.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
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> >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 Christian cop watching 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."
> >
> >"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 dash board. 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 I've 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. This is an important message, please
> >pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully.
> >
> >Remember, cars are not the only thing recalled by their maker.
> >
> >Funny how you can send a thousand jokes' through e-mail and 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 will not send it to many on your address list because
> >you're not sure what they will think of you for sending it to them. Pass
> >this on - you may save a life.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net