I spent some time with my three youngest children last weekend. The conversation turned toward the time I was a police officer and inevitably they wanted to hear a “cop” story. I told them about an embarrassing moment that happened to me one day while I was on patrol. I explained that I was sitting in my patrol car during an extremely heavy rainstorm finishing some paperwork when my radar detector began screaming. It had picked up a driver who was travelling at a particularly high rate of speed. It was especially dangerous because of the low visibility and slick conditions on the road. Reluctantly I pulled out, turned on my lights, and pulled the speeding driver over. I sat for a moment in my car contemplating the heavy downpour and my obvious lack of preparation for it. I had no rain gear and was not happy about having to walk out into the rain without it. I decided to leave my portable radio in the car to keep it from getting ruined.
I exited my patrol car and walked up to the driver. By the time I reached him I was soaked to the bone. I asked him if he knew why I had stopped him. Like most drivers who are asked that question, he feigned ignorance. I explained that I had clocked him on radar doing well over the posted speed limit. His violation was compounded by the fact that the visibility and road conditions were so bad.
“Whatever”, he replied.
His glib and dismissive reaction seemed to set something off in me. It shouldn’t have. It was the same reaction I got from most everyone I pulled over but I was cold and wet and wanted to be anywhere but standing in a downpour giving this guy a ticket. I thought about handing down a verbal lashing for his uncaring attitude but restrained myself. I asked for his driver’s license and proof of registration. He handed them to me, which I dutifully tucked into my shirt to keep them dry. I told him I’d be right back and I walked back to my patrol car. I pulled on the door handle. The door was locked. I patted my pockets and suddenly realized that I had locked myself out of my vehicle. I reached for my radio, which of course was sitting in my passengers seat. I looked to my left. The driver was following my every move in his side view mirror with a quizzical look on his face.
I stood for a moment in the pouring rain considering my options. Realizing I had none, and in a last ditch effort to save my dignity I walked back up to the driver and explained to him that after great consideration I had decided to give him a verbal warning. He gratefully took back his driver’s license and insurance card.
Then smiling he looked up at me and said, “You’ve locked yourself out of your car haven’t you?”
“Yup.” I replied.
“Radio’s in the car?”
“Yup.”
“Would you like me to call someone for you?”
“Yes, please. If you wouldn’t mind.”
It took 15 minutes for another officer to arrive and unlock my vehicle. The rain didn’t let up. In fact it seemed to get heavier as I stood by the side of the road in the rain next to my vehicle. Mercifully the driver had left after I explained I would be all right waiting for another officer to arrive.
I wonder how many times we experience similar circumstances in our lives. How often do we find ourselves in situations where we are dismissive or disrespectful of those who we consider not worth our time or attention? How often do we react similarly to people who we’ve decided have no inherent ability to further our goals or agendas? I’m not talking about relationships that are destructive or unhealthy. In those cases I’ve been known to burn a bridge or two in my life. I’m talking about people who we dismiss outright as unworthy of our time or attention because we fail to immediately see any worth in them.
This concept is illustrated wonderfully in the story of The Rat And The Lion. One day a small rat surfaced from his nest to find himself between the paws of a huge sleeping lion, which immediately awoke and seized the rat. The rat pleaded with the fierce beast to be set free, and the lion, being very noble and wise, and in no need of such small prey, agreed to let the relieved rat go on his way.
Some days later in the same part of the forest, a hunter had laid a trap for the lion, and it duly caught him, so that the lion was trussed up in a strong net, helpless, with nothing to do than wait for the hunter to return.
But it was the rat who came along next, and seeing the lion in need of help, promptly set about biting and gnawing through the net, which soon began to unravel, setting the great lion free.
The moral of the story is of course to make the world your debtor – even the humblest of folk may one day be of use.