How To Deal With A Speeding Ticket. A Poem
Sunday, August 5, 2012
HOW TO DEAL WITH A SPEEDING TICKET : by stars.
Just pay it,
and thank God you're fine.
for it could be far worst,
could do a lot more,
than hurt you're wallet,
or you're purse.
Speeding can cost you you're life,
or someone else's as well,
so pay the fine,
and thank God in Heaven you're still alive,
because some poor people,
who have been killed ,
kept their money,
but not their lives,
for this mistake,
of this foolish crime.
I was a police officer,
when I saw people die,
and for so many times,
even as a man,
casualties saddened my eyes,
as I shook my head,
wondering why, oh why.
Pay the fine,
it was designed to help stop the crime,
and thank the lord you're still alive.
Like slain, and slaughtered deer,
I've seen them lay,
as I have knee led down by them to pray.
So pay the fine ,
and never speed again.
As a former police officer, one of the most difficult things to see is the loss of life because of careless driving, or speeding. Mistakes that can easily be avoided have caused people to lose their lives in traffic accidents. One of the worst sights I ever saw was a young woman lying face down sprawled over the hood of her car. Her body went threw her windshield, and her arms dangled over the front chrome bumper of her car. She had long red hair, and blood dripped from it down to the ground. She was gone. I checked for signs of life while my partner called for the fire department, ambulances, and peramedics, and for more emergency workers.The girl was not breathing. No heart beat. No pulse, nothing. She probably never felt a thing on impact.
A young man was driving a pickup truck . He was lying against his steering wheel gone. The young man, and young woman had a head on collision. They would never have died had they not been speeding, when we believe a patch of fog on and early Sunday morning was part of the reason for their dying.
I tried to save a young man once. He was probably in his early twenties. Gently I moved his face away from glass, and a ditch that had water. I cradled him gently into my arms as he rested his head on my police uniform shirt. He was only able to breathe very little. When he stopped breathing I tried clearing and airway , and breathing into his mouth while waiting for , and ambulance , and paramedics . He did not survive.
It is a very thought provoking feeling to see people that are gone. It is like feeling you're efforts were null. It is like feeling you were not enough, like you're just a grain of dust, and you're not doing you're job. Every time I saw someone gone it was like seeing someone's mother holding her infant in her arms because we all have mothers, and we were all loved. What a strange vision to enter my mind while I was holding a dead boy in my arms . You know in you're heart that the death of a son, or daughter is going to tear a mother, and father's heart out.
I saw a father looking at his son that was lying on the ground one day. His son was fishing on a railroad bridge when a train bumped his son, and knocked him in the water. The coroner came to examine the young man, and then the father came .
I wish I could have saved the girl lying on the car , or the man in his pickup truck, or a fisherman that drowned, or the hitchiker that got killed because the driver went around a curve too fast, and stuck a cement culvert. A lot of people die because of speeding related traffic accidents. The only peace I ever recieved from it all was in knowing that they went back to their maker, our God in Heaven.
Many nights I slept with a small Bible under my pillow. When times of presure, or thoughts of insecurity would cause me to have bad dreams, I would kiss my Bible, say a prayer, and then sleep without troubles. God helped me when I talked men into handing me their guns. Big men usually had large guns. Once I had the barrel of a 44 magnum rifle muzzle pointed at my chest. You will never guess what I did. I reached for my cigarettes , and my lighter, and that was the best tasting hazerdous to you're health smoke I ever had, and I invited the shooter to try one of them as well.
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God Bless Everyone.