I don’t like to put on my seat belt when I get into my car. Mostly because I don’t like it around my body or sometimes I just forget to put it on. At least that is what I tell my husband who always tells me to put it on or a policeman will stop me. I never listened and continued until I was stopped one day.
I was going to get a cup of coffee at Starbucks at the Gateway in Northeast Portland one 7:30 Tuesday morning. It was a beautiful summer sunny morning. After I got my coffee I got into my car and drove to the main road where suddenly I saw the police car in my rear view mirror.
I wasn’t scared. I just pulled over my car and shut off my engine. I took a nervous breath as he approached my car even though, I knew I didn’t do anything wrong. The policeman knocked on my window with his knuckle, and I lowered my window. I asked the policeman why he stopped me. “Ma’am, you don’t have your seatbelt on.” He said and asked for my driver’s license. I quickly gave it to him and watched as he walked back to his motorcycle to check it. He returned shortly after to give me my ticket. The cop told me I had an option to pay the ticket or else go to a class and then advised for me to go to class.
I went to a class at Emmanuel Hospital, one week after. It was a seatbelt class. Two police officers and one nurse taught the class on how to wear seatbelts. They showed us a video which shows what happens when you don’t wear your seatbelt. It was so bloody and scary It showed people lying broken, disfigured and bloody in the car or on the street after a terrible car accident. My husband is happy I took the class. He thought it was good for me. I now remember to wear my seatbelt because I just don’t want to end up like the people in the video. Today, I am very thankful for my police experience.
The Elements of Style by William Strunk jr. and E.B. White; Third Edition/with index.