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Subject: Fwd: Life is precious--Handle withe Care


> In a message dated 10/23/2000 6:29:19 AM Central Daylight Time,
> JimandSharonBall@email.msn.com writes:
>
> << 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 Christian 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 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 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. My son is all I have left."
>  >
>  >  "Bob"
>  >
>  >  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.
>
>   >>
>
>

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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?
>
>  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 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 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 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. My son is all I have
left."
>
>  "Bob"
>
>  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.

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