TALE OF A BLONDE
WITH A GUN
Tonight, returning home from a 7:30 Speaker meeting, I was in a great mood. The day for me included two AA meetings, some good quality conversations, some...well, lots of blog reading, commenting, and violin practice. And then...then I met a young, pony-tailed blonde, who bounced as she walked up to my truck. Smiling, she asked me, "Sir, why are you sitting here in your truck?"
Let us back up a few minutes. I had just left the meeting, it was dark (cloudy under the nearly-full moon), I was driving--speeding more than 60 mph in a 45 mph zone. The brightest lights suddenly were flashing right behind me, (what a COLORFUL picture-worthy scene!) blue mingling with the reds and white. I stopped, and with a flashlight, searched for and at last found my registration and driver's license--and I waited.
The cute pony-tailed deputy (Badge #417) bounded up to me, and I smilingly said to her, "Well--tell me, how fast was I moving?"
She smiled and touched my arm, saying "I was stopping the girl in that little car behind you. Sir, you are free to go!"
Of course, me and my big mouth never know when to shut up and move on. I asked, "Will you please at least LOOK at my registration and license, because I spent several minutes digging them out to show you?" Deputy 417 laughed and I pulled away, before she had time to bring out the handcuffs.
Joys in life can sometimes be the "little" things, like staying sober today. I very well might have been (years ago) right now lying in my own vomit on a cold concrete slab, sleeping off my drunkenness in a jail cell. I could be standing tomorrow morning before a judge, silently thanking God I did not kill anyone.
Can you see that I am grateful? Does it show? I vow to drive more slowly, at least tomorrow, and I'll try even the days after.