My heart was pounding as I drew to a stop. I had been too fast. Now my hands were also trembling and when the man came up to me, I expected the worst. Soon tears started to stream down my cheeks. I did not try to wipe them away. In so many ways they were so necessary, helping to give me some relief. How had it all happened?
A moment of silence ensued. Then a gentle but firm voice said,
“Madam, you almost killed yourself!”
What a relief that was for me. I had half expected to be reprimanded but no, I was not. I had heard so many comments about these men. Now, before me stood one of these men and he was so kind, I felt that it would have been better if he had given me a lecture on speeding.
What have I heard? Well, it is often said that traffic policemen can be heartless and once they catch you red handed, they can be really nasty and difficult to deal with.
This was the story I had just heard this morning.
Permission was granted to me to write about it.
So here you are.
Caught but spared.
Caught but not booked for dangerous driving.
Just a warning.
A lesson learnt.
A lesson cherished.