- Apr 7, 2003
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So, to counter-balance the constant stories of heavy-handed and incompetent members of law enforcement, how about some anecdotes of officers who take "to protect and to serve" to heart?
Here's one that sticks out for me:
When I was 17, I got pulled over for speeding on my way home from work. I was doing 50 in a 30, I think. Cop wasn't particularly mean or nice, just doing his job.
However, a few months later I'm driving home from work again but with a couple friends in the car. In MA at the time, there was some law where unless you were 18 you couldn't drive with anyone else in the car unless they were your family or were over 21. You also weren't allowed to drive at night between midnight and 5 am.
Anyway, I was speeding at around 11:30 pm, and I get pulled over -- lo and behold, it's the same cop as the first time. When he walks up to the car -- before he even takes my license -- he sees me and says "Hello again, Mr. Jensen." He actually remembered me. I'm thinking to myself "oh crap."
So he writes me a ticket for speeding, but then instead of writing me up for having passengers, which would have been multiple infractions (and probably a suspension, since I was under 18), he has me pull into a parking lot so I can call someone to come pick up my friends. It ended up taking their ride about 40 minutes to get there, and he patiently waited the whole time. On top of that, by the time this had finished, it was past midnight, so I technically wasn't even allowed to drive myself home. He tells me it's alright, and to just drive slowly.
Anyway, it left a lasting impression on me, as the guy was so compassionate. Yeah, I got a speeding ticket, but he was more than fair about the whole situation. He was protecting and serving his community, not just being a hard-ass who could have piled on infractions for the hell of it.
And out of sheer respect for that one cop, I never drove through his town again over the speed limit or with underage passengers.
Here's one that sticks out for me:
When I was 17, I got pulled over for speeding on my way home from work. I was doing 50 in a 30, I think. Cop wasn't particularly mean or nice, just doing his job.
However, a few months later I'm driving home from work again but with a couple friends in the car. In MA at the time, there was some law where unless you were 18 you couldn't drive with anyone else in the car unless they were your family or were over 21. You also weren't allowed to drive at night between midnight and 5 am.
Anyway, I was speeding at around 11:30 pm, and I get pulled over -- lo and behold, it's the same cop as the first time. When he walks up to the car -- before he even takes my license -- he sees me and says "Hello again, Mr. Jensen." He actually remembered me. I'm thinking to myself "oh crap."
So he writes me a ticket for speeding, but then instead of writing me up for having passengers, which would have been multiple infractions (and probably a suspension, since I was under 18), he has me pull into a parking lot so I can call someone to come pick up my friends. It ended up taking their ride about 40 minutes to get there, and he patiently waited the whole time. On top of that, by the time this had finished, it was past midnight, so I technically wasn't even allowed to drive myself home. He tells me it's alright, and to just drive slowly.
Anyway, it left a lasting impression on me, as the guy was so compassionate. Yeah, I got a speeding ticket, but he was more than fair about the whole situation. He was protecting and serving his community, not just being a hard-ass who could have piled on infractions for the hell of it.
And out of sheer respect for that one cop, I never drove through his town again over the speed limit or with underage passengers.