I commute to work on an interstate highway. Over the past two months I’ve seen some bumper stickers that give me hope.
On a red Toyota Tacoma pickup truck I saw this one:
“Respond With Love”
On a green Chevrolet S-10 pickup truck I saw this one:
On a blue Volvo station wagon I saw this one:
“As above, So below”
On an early Sunday morning in late February I climbed into my car and noticed that I would need to stop for gas on the way to work.
I was already running late, so after getting gas I gunned it down the surface road I use to get to the highway.
As I whipped into a right hand turn onto the entrance ramp and started accelerating I noticed the blue flashing lights of a police cruiser behind me and they were approaching quickly.
I pulled over. The police officer was friendly and not at all grumpy, which I suspected he would be at 5:00 in the morning on a Sunday.
He clocked me at 61 mph in a 45 mph zone.
After taking my driver’s license and running it through their computer database, he returned it with just a warning to slow down.
I was relieved.
I said, “Thank you, officer.”
I couldn’t believe what he said next:
“You’re welcome. When I was checking your license I noticed we have the same birthday.”