This afternoon I got pulled over by a police officer in a huge SUV.
He followed me for a long time before finally turning his lights on. I couldn’t breathe. I was panicking inside. I knew I was speeding, because when I drove past him, I glanced down at my speed. 72 miles an hour. OMG. What is the speed limit on that road? 45? 55?
(For the record, I am not a speeder, usually. My husband often gets annoyed with me for driving too slow and being afraid to drive more than a few miles over the speed limit on highways.)
The officer came to my window and asked for my license and registration. I handed them to him and he said he would be back in a moment. He walked back into his SUV behind me.
I felt like I was 7 years old and in big trouble. I actually felt like crying. But I’m not seven and I am allowed to make a mistake and speed and I am allowed to get a ticket. I do not need to be perfect and good all the time.
I was starting to feel less panicked. I can handle this, I thought. It’s okay.
Then I realized that I could add my powerful loving energy to the situation. I called in all the angels around me and asked for their help. I would send love to the officer. Like, big time loving thoughts, prayers and blessings. I closed my eyes. I imagined beams of white light swirling around him and his vehicle. I wished only good for him and his family. I hoped he felt abundant and loved. I prayed that he would be safe and appreciated in his work. I imagined a beam from my heart to his- soul to soul- may you be happy, may you shine, may you have peace.
The thing about sending love to someone else is that it always comes back around again to me. I felt washed over in caring and compassion for this guy. It didn’t even matter at all if I got a ticket by the time he came back to my car.
I had found love instead of fear.
He leaned down toward my window and made eye contact with me. He said, “I really don’t want to give you a speeding ticket. So I’m going to give you this lesser traffic violation from the township. It won’t go on your record or cost nearly as much.”
He explained a little more about how to mail the ticket and really minimized it’s importance. He seemed almost sad that he had to give me a ticket at all.
With complete presence I said, “Thank you so much for being so nice to me.”
He replied, “Thank you, for being so nice to me.”
And then he stood in the road and held traffic back, waving me on when it was safe to pull out and into the road.
Thank you. May you be well.
