My Number Is Up

My brother-in-law taunts me relentlessly about never receiving a speeding ticket. He’s right to do so. Many, many times I should have gotten a ticket. Only once did the highway patrolman actually give me a written warning. Every other time, luck, fate, grace, the tender mercy of the Lord, whatever you want to call it, stepped in and I drove off with only a verbal warning.

Also, commuting doesn’t bother me. I seem to turn on autopilot and cruise along the freeway, always making sure I’m not the fastest car on the road. As you read above, my number is up! I have to be careful. All of this background leads me to two Fridays ago after a very long week at work. That day I just wanted to get home. Cars sped past me so I just zoomed along with them not really watching the speedometer. One exit from mine, I realized I was leading the pack. I slowed down because I knew I would be an easy target.

Then the unthinkable happened. A highway patrolman zipped along in beside of me. He slowed for a second in FRONT of me, turned on his lights (remember he is in front of me!), then continued on his way. I took that as a “Slow Down!” sign and immediately decreased my speed. How grateful I was that I was only given a warning. My hard week didn’t seem so bad after the kindness of the highway patrolman.

When I got home, I realized how generous the patrolman had been to me. First, I was going 70 in a 55mph construction zone. Unbelievable! I should have been slammed! But it gets better. I was driving my sister’s car with California license plates! Easy target! At least the car was still insured even though the registration was probably in my parents’ names by that time. Such an utter nightmare it would have been trying to explain my sister’s insurance card, my parents’ name on the title, and me speeding in a construction zone. What have I learned from all of this? Even when you have a bad week, the Lord still provides blessings. Also…slow down!!!