Speed? I understand this is supposed to be about Ndns’ and or what one perceives of themselves.
In every group, tribe, or just the masses there is a movement and that involves pace. Pace another word for how slow or fast one moves.
How I came to this topic is sort of embarrassing because of this one fact. I got stopped for speeding.
It happened in the small town of Westville, Oklahoma does sound sort of hickish. I know! Westville you think? Is there an Eastville you might ponder sadly I have to say no. This tale might have been, more interesting if there had been one.
Ok about my speeding and why I got stopped.
Firstly, I admit to speeding doing 48mph in and 25 mph zone. I turned at the stoplight on highway 59 onto highway 62 west going towards Tahlequah. I hit the intersection just as the light turned green and turned onto highway 62 going about 35mph and sped up as I started going out of Westville heading home.
No more than a hundred feet past the 25mph sign sat the good ol city police car with the good ol city cop sitting in it. I raced past him and thought oh no! Sure enough, he hit his lights and turned onto the highway and came behind me with lights flashing!
Darn it! I thought as I started slowing down as soon as I spotted the coppers car. I hoped he was answering an emergency call up ahead of me but, alas he was not!
I told the wife we are getting pulled over for speeding. The cop asked me “do you know why I pulled you over?”
I said “yes.”
The he asked me “oh I need to know is there a medical emergency?” I answered “no.”
I thought about it later as he asked me this question and came up with this thought.
Uhh, yes there is officer. You see my wife has lost her mind. We are racing back to the places where she might have lost it.
But this thought did not as I get older the mind does not work (or speed) as fast.
I think he would have been ok, with that answer.
He was very polite and was not overbearing.
Overall, it turned out to be a good encounter even though it did cost me quite a bit of moolah.
To those who do not know hickish language “moolah” means money.
I guess I could have fought it all the way to the Supreme court but….. do my rights as an NDN go as far as putting others in danger with reckless speeding or behavior?
Why even parents tell kids to slow down as they race around in the house. We can remember those times we were told to stop running in the house and ran into and knocked something over.
Lord has mercy but my parents did not!
I wonder how many times NDN kids, teens or even the older ones were scolded for running or riding ponies through the camp.
Have times change that much that we ignore common sense laws? Maybe we just ignore common sense with our own righteous N-Dig-Nation.
Have we become like Mocha the lop-eared rabbit who came running down the hallway way too fast. She was running so fast that she ran right into a stack of books. Luckily, she moved faster so they did not fall on her lop-eared self.
These days ever person is claiming their rights or doing what they think is best for country and freedom.
Just like Saul in the New Testament. Who was breathing threats and murders against the disciples…got letters from the high priest and went out to bind up those disciples.
Today do we like Saul go out to do harm to those who are not hurting us? Does God have to meet us on the way? Maybe that was his way of saying to me slow down. Who do you think you are Richard Petty!
(Nascar driver Richard Petty.)
As Ndns can we slow down and look at what we have? Can the youth even see it or do they need a “Damascus Road” experience?
Does America?
Which highway or dirt road are we speeding down?