I knew that I was speeding my car on the highway at above 80 miles per hour but was damn sure it was well within the speed limit for that zone. When I reached a deserted junction I was intercepted by a patrol vehicle which stopped on the right side of the road well ahead of me blocking the way. I slowed the car to find the police man already out of it awaiting my car to come close by. He demanded the papers and then said that I was speeding the car like hell. I politely informed him that I was speeding the car fast but well within the limit. But Jack, the police man refused to budge in and wanted to check the vehicle and said he smelt fishy about my intention.

He already took out his gun and threatened to handcuff me if I make any move. I pleaded him that I was actually going to the hospital where my wife was admitted and my immediate presence was required there because of a surgery she had to undergo. Jack refused and roamed around the car as if I was carrying a dead body in it. Finally he said, “Ok, buddy actually I had to detain you, but, I will let you go as you say you are in a hurry. I will go for an out of court settlement and make it 50 bucks and no receipt for that.” Now, I got the point, so this one was a bad sheep and wanted to make some quick bucks from the innocent travelers who were in a bit hurry. Today I happened to be the victim and felt ashamed that I could not dare fight the hoodlum in police uniforms. I had the guts to fight but unfortunately did not have the time at my disposal. I gave the beggar 50 dollars and proceeded to the hospital. Later the surgery was done on Sarah and she turned out fine.

I have completely forgotten the incident until I came in contact with the same Policeman Jack after two months, but this time the situation was entirely different. He seemed to have met with an accident and was thrown off his car. He was lying in a pool of blood on the high way when I was heading to my home after a late hour assignment in my office. The blood sucking leech was now draining his blood slowly on the highway. He was moving his limbs slightly so that I could figure out he was still alive. I was the only soul available at this hour to give a judgment of choice for his life and death. For a spark of moment what I sincerely thought was to let that bastard die there alone in despair. That would have been a perfect judgment for him but then I decided against it. Somehow my inner conscious felt bad and wanted to help him as a fellow citizen in distress and so I called 911. I was pretty sure that in another ten minutes he would be whisked away in the ambulance to a nearby hospital and plugged to machines with wires and tubes. He would definitely come out of the danger and see the light again but may be in a different perspective.

Before leaving the place, I picked up his voluminous wallet bulging with fifty and hundred dollar bills. I was careful enough to cover it with my hanky to avoid any finger prints and removed a single fifty dollar and pocketed it. After all, he owed that to me.