From a distance, the traffic light at the intersection was still green.
Mike immediately pressed the gas pedal. He will not be late. Moreover, he knows the intersection there is quite solid so the red lights usually light up long enough. Incidentally road ahead rather swing.
The lamp turns yellow. Mike's heart flutters hopefully he can get through it soon. Three meters ahead of the street line, the red light is on.
Mike hesitated, should he stop or keep going. "Ah, I do not have a chance to hit the brakes suddenly," he thought as he drove on.
Prit !!!
Across the street a policeman waved at him to stop. Mike pulls the vehicle slightly away while cursing silently. From the rear-view mirror he looked who the police is. His face was not too foreign. Hey, that's Jack, his high school playmate. Mike's heart was relieved. He jumped out as he opened his arms.
"Hi, Jack. It's so good to see you again! "
"Hi, Mike." Without a smile.
"Duh, looks like I got a ticket? I was a bit rushed. My wife is waiting at home. "
"Oh yes?" It seemed that Jack was a bit hesitant.
Well, good then. "Jack, today is my wife's birthday. He and the children have prepared everything. Of course I can not be late, dong. "
"I see. But, actually we often watch you cross the red lights at this intersection. "
Oh-oh, does not seem to be in line with expectations. Mike must change strategy. "So you want to see me? Really, I was not past the red light. As I passed the yellow lights still burning. "Aha, sometimes lie a bit can smooth the situation.
"Come on Mike. We see it clearly. Please get your driver's license. "
Mike grabbed the driver's license and drove into the vehicle and closed the window. While Jack wrote something in his ticket book. Moments later Jack knocked on the window. Mike looked at his face with dismay. He opened the window a little. Ah, five cent is enough to put a ticket. Without a word Jack returned to his post.
Mike picked up a ticket that Jack had tucked in between the window panes. But hey what's this. It turned out that his driver's license was returned with a note. Why he did not refer me. Then what is this note? Sort of jokes or what? Mike hurriedly opened it and read the note that contained Jack's handwriting.
"Hello Mike,
Did you know Mike, I used to have a daughter. Unfortunately, he was dead hit by a speeding driver through a red light.
The driver was sentenced to prison for 3 months. So free he can meet and hug his three children again.
While our only child is gone. We are still trying and hope that God will grant us a child for us to embrace.
Thousands of times we try to forgive the driver. How difficult. So does this time. I'm sorry Mike. Please pray for our request to be answered. Be careful.
Jack "
Mike gasped. He rushed out of the car looking for Jack. However, Jack had left his guard post somewhere. Along the way home he drove slowly with an uncertain heart while hoping his mistake was forgiven.
Not always our understanding must be the same as the understanding of others. It may be that we like nothing more than the sorrow of our colleagues.
Life is precious, walk with care.
