He said it was red… I’m sure it was yellow. Regardless of what the Dose had to say about the situation, I received a $100 traffic fine. $100 for the ticket and more dollars tacked onto my car insurance for the next three years.
As I ventured on in my car, over the next 24 hours the Dose couldn’t help but observe other drivers – two specific drivers that clearly went through a red light… clearly, no questions, no doubt about it. However there was no police officer there to stop them, charge them, and humiliate them. Not fair.
After a few days of digesting my “guilty verdict,” I paid the fine.
And I recognized that not all injustices are captured – mine included. As the Dose continued to process my driving style, I became grateful for the times authorities didn’t see when I was “slightly” over the speed limit or was too distracted to let a pedestrian cross the street. If I were caught for every traffic violation, well, let’s just say the Dose would be without a license!
Fair? Unjust? Whatever the assessment, if we all do the right things in life, our hands would be untainted. Right on…