Don't listen to me
There are days where you can honestly ask yourself, "Am I part of some grand narrative? Am I a pawn?" I mentioned yesterday that my reckless endangerment charges were dropped. At that point I didn't know why; my father said he'd tell me today. Apparently the cop that pulled me over is dead. Before I say how, let me tell you that this was probably the sweetest officer I've ever met, and I said that before I found out about his death. He apprehended me for a serious driving violation and was calm and comforting, while the man that pulled me over for a 7 days expired inspection sticker was a complete fuck head. Just goes to show you there are some people who are genuinely looking out for your best interest. His death wasn't even something out of NWA's Cop Killer. He had arrested a drunk driver in a pick up truck in Warren County, VA. The drunk guy was already in the back of the cop car and the officer was overseeing the pick up truck getting onto the tow truck when a shotgun in the empty pick up truck went off after the truck hit a bump. The gun fired through the door of the truck and struck the officer, who was wearing a bullet proof vest, in the side, the only part of the vest lacking Kevlar. He died there on the road. This is the reason I don't have to go to court. I'm still unsure whether this confirms or negates my belief in a higher power. Some things are too coincidental to happen without some greater influence. I'm feeling a myriad of emotions in reaction to this situation. I'm elated that I don't have to go to court, get 6 points on my license, and have ridiculously high insurance rates for the greater part of my adult life. I feel guilty for feeling a sort of relief. I feel confused as to my belief system and the idea that something this strange could happen less than a week before my scheduled court date. It is hard to cope with the fact that something I am so detached from can throw the majority of my life into tumult.