The TICKET...an update.

So, remember sometime last week when I was spreading the thankful because that kind DPS officer let me out of a ticket due to my emotional breakdown? Well, turns out, he let me out of half the ticket. When I finally read the paperwork and figured it out, I didn't have the heart to tell all of you because I didn't want to break your faith in the kindness of people. I thought it nicer to not mention it and let you go on believing in mercy. The officer DID let me off for my insurance card being a few days out dated. But, he did NOT let me off for the exceeding the speed limit. When I saw this on the pink slip that I read a few days later, I didn't know what exactly to do. I surely didn't want DH to know because the officer caught me just around the curve that dropped 20 mph from the typical 70 mph speed limit on this little stretch of highway. Oh yes. I did say 20 mph. Which means that when I hit the gas to jump out onto this little stretch of highway, and forgot to quit accelerating as I was in a hurry and frenzy and looking to reach optimum speed, the officer clocked me well over the drop in the speed limit. He clocked me at $225.00 over. YIKES! So, I did what any rational Gal would do while trying to figure out, "What to do." I folded it up and tucked it in my drawer in hopes that if I clicked my heals together it might go "away." FAST FORWARD: Yesterday. RING! RING! ME: "Hello?" FIL: "Did you get a ticket last week??" ME: GULP. "Um, yes, kinda....I think, maybe." FIL: "Well, he [the judge] called me up and told me about it. But, we talked and he told me to tell you not to worry about showing up for anything. He's gonna' make it disappear." ME: "Really, oh thanks!" FIL: "You need to slow down out there. You know that speed limit drops at that curve and it stays 55 all the way through yada-yada." ME: "I know. It was an emotional day. Remember we had just got back.....And, my mom didn't have her meds.....And....." ME: "I was so upset. I didn't even tell DH about it." FIL: "Well, there's no reason he needs to know." I can hear the smile in his voice. My FIL rocks! Didn't I tell you? I'm such a lucky Gal. Oh, and who knew!? If you fold it up and tuck it away in the back of a drawer in hopes it will disappear? Sometimes, it really will! BACKGROUND: My FIL is the Mayor of our little Farmville. In fact, he is the one who had our little stretch of Texas annexed into our little Farmville way back in the 80s. I think after this year, he is finally going to retire. But, he's a man with history and everyone around here has known everyone for generations. It's so nice. Small town life like that. Optimism. It's a really good thing. Living like it will all work itself out is a good strategy. Because, one way or another, it always does. Am I right? Give it a try. Wear that one for a day. As the stresses of the day hit you, say to yourself, "It will all work out in the end, one way or another." And, then tuck it away for awhile in the back of that drawer in your mind. You just might get lucky and catch a break....

The TICKET...an update.