When I wrote the previous post, We Are Singing One Song Together, I had intended to write about what I learned from receiving a speeding ticket. I guess part of what I learned is that “there are no mistakes, only opportunities to improve.” The other thing I learned is that you can’t coast through life–literally. You see, right before the flashing red and blue lights turned on and I received my ticket, I noticed my speedometer. I had just come off the exit and was heading downhill into Roanoke. When I looked down I saw that I was almost going 60 mph. I didn’t have my foot on the gas and was just coasting downhill. My thought was, “I guess this is the natural speed of gravity. This should be the speed limit for this area. I guess I’ll just coast until I see the speed limit sign.” Seconds later, I saw that the speed limit was 45 mph. Immediately I started to slow down, but not before the police officer who was parked under the sign clocked me and proceeded to come after me. Long story short is that I got a ticket.
As a Virginian, I know that we are the state of speed traps, so I was not surprised that there was a police officer posted by the first speed limit sign at the bottom of a downward slope. In fact the first ticket I ever received at age 17 was in the same situation. So all I could do was accept the ticket and try to learn from it. So what did I learn? Well like I said, “we can’t coast through life.” That’s what I was doing in that moment–coasting. Sometimes we have to slow down. Sometimes we have to speed up. Because that is what life with others seems to require. Not all of us move at the same pace. Even though I really didn’t know the speed limit, from the point of view of the officer, it was cut and dry. I was going faster than the sign said I was supposed to. When the signs say slow down we are expected to slow down. And who likes driving behind someone going slow in fast lane. Life in relationships is a life of continual adjustment and readjustment. We all live with this expectation whether consciously or not. And when we don’t adjust when it is expected there is an “offness” that we feel. Sometimes we are the ones that create the “offness” and sometimes its those with whom we relate. But, because we are all part of one system–One Song— it doesn’t matter who “started it”. It’s up to everyone to readjust when things are off. And I think the officer felt off about giving me the ticket.
When he wrote up my ticket, he actually compassionately took off 5 miles to lower the price of the ticket. That was nice of him, but I also got the sense that he didn’t want to give me the ticket at all. And that gave me something to consider as well. As he was in his car looking up my license, I prayed for him and us and the whole situation. I didn’t pray that I didn’t get the ticket (even though maybe I should have). I prayed that we both receive everything this encounter came to teach us. When he saw our family, I could tell that he felt awkward. Here I was in a rental car six miles from my destination after driving four hours from the Charlotte airport–all of which he I told him when he asked the customary questions. My little daughter is crying in the backseat and asking, “Are you taking my daddy?” Maybe I was projecting onto him, but I felt like he wanted to just tell me to slow down and let me go. But he seemed trapped by what he was “supposed to do”. So as a gesture he took off a few miles. That’s how I took it. And then it hit me that him giving me that ticket was a kind of coasting as well. When he stopped me he was actually being carried by a metaphor of gravity–for the law of man is an attempt to mimic the law of nature. He was pulled by the law to stop me. It was almost natural for him to do. But the fact that he wrote the ticket as 5 miles less when that is contrary to the “law” suggests to me that in my case he knew that I was not intentionally breaking the law and I think in his own way, he was trying to “put on his breaks” to slow down the momentum of writing that ticket. But like me, he was caught in the pull and wasn’t able to break in time. Does that make sense?
As you can see, I am still processing this experience. This might sound backwards, but I actually feel like I could have helped the officer not give me the ticket by either asking him or by apologizing for going too fast. The fact that I didn’t know was not going to help him use his power to choose. I think he wrote it out of compulsion even when he didn’t want to. In my opinion, I think he needed something to empower him to make the decision he wanted to make and in some ways I left him hanging by deferring.
Ultimately I don’t think I lost anything by receiving the ticket. If I just take the lessons of “slowing down” and “no coasting through life” to heart, I have gained a fortune for the $120 investment to Roanoke. In the One Song of the Universe, the officer and I both played our parts. That’s how it is. The reverberations of our encounter will continue to go out for eternity. If I choose to, I can revisit it and continue to learn from it until I align with everything it came to teach me. That’s how it is with every experience we have in life. They all come to make us better. Nothing takes away from us. Everything adds. But it is up to us what we receive.