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The Night “The Man in Blue” Showed Us Mercy

by HomeRearedChef (writer), San Jose, November 16, 2012

A child's drawing of family.

Back in April of 2003, when my husband got laid off for the second time, we found ourselves again without a home. Worse, we were forced to be separated from our two still dependent children.

Holding on to a job in the Silicon Valley then had become a problem for many. Harder still was to land a job. When my husband finally found work again, it was making a quarter of what he made before. And though it was income-enough to buy food, it wasn’t enough to have a place of our own.

So we lived here and there, at the mercy and kindness of family and friends, however separated from our two teenagers, still attending college. We did not want their education to be disrupted. It was imperative now more than ever that they finished their education. Without which they would not stand a chance in a fiercely competitive world.

We’d lost much, but we at least had our old Ford Aerostar—a clunker but still running, and it got us around. However since funds were very limited, our car wasn’t registered or insured. And then one night it happened; we saw the red lights, heard the wailing siren, and were pulled over. We’d been discovered, adding to our shame and humiliation.

The officer cautiously approached our car, and I thought for sure this was the night we’d not only lose our old vehicle, our only transportation, but would also be heading to jail as well. My husband had already rolled his window down, and we waited for the officer to approach.

From a safe distance, the man in blue flashed his flashlight on us and asked to see “license and registration.” He soon realized we posed no threat and approached a little closer. My husband was the first to speak; with great difficulty he tried to explain our situation, all the while I noticed his voice quivering. He told the officer how he’d lost his job, then our home; how we’d been roaming, living from place to place, and why we couldn’t now afford insurance or registration for our car. He explained that we’d just come back from visiting our two teenage children and dropped off groceries for them for the week.

In the end we’d told him more than he needed to know, and he patiently listened, without interruption.

When my husband finished, the officer began to scold, telling us that if it’d been another cop, a young and uncaring officer, someone just out to do his duty, he’d have impounded our car and hauled us off to jail. He went on and on… Then I couldn’t hear him anymore, I was crying so hard, and feeling so ashamed. I then chanced to look over at my husband, and reaching for his hand, I noticed he, too, was crying, tears flooding his face. But what really got me more than anything was when I lifted my eyes to the still talking officer, I saw that tears were streaming down his face, too.

We were now at the mercy of an officer of the law, with our fate in his hands.

His pronouncement: “I don’t care how you do it, borrow the money if need be, but register and insure this car TOMORROW! Don’t let me find you driving this car again illegally!” His voice then lowered, and with obvious compassion he told us he was letting us go, and then wished us luck and to keep our chins up.

That cop, the man in blue, turned out to be our angel of mercy. The first positive thing we’d seen in a long time.

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9 comments on The Night “The Man in Blue” Showed Us Mercy

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By melanie jean juneau on November 16, 2012 at 05:00 pm

beautifully written, enthralling

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By Barbara MacDonald on November 16, 2012 at 07:40 pm

Another heart warming does my heart good to know there are still compassionate people in this world...So sorry you had to struggle like this Virginia, but in many ways it does make us who we are...and it made you a beautiful, kind lady...

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By HomeRearedChef on November 17, 2012 at 11:18 am

Thank you, Melanie, and thank you for the visit. :)

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By HomeRearedChef on November 17, 2012 at 11:23 am

Barbara, I believe that we go through things in life for a reason, even if it doesn't make sense at the time. But one thing I have learned through all we've gone through, is that now I have compassion and understanding for others. I can now cry with them. As I now sit down to recall and write our journeys, the memory will again cause me to cry. The pain will never go away, but we are at a much better place. Praise the Lord! :)

Thank you for your faithful visit, Amiga.

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By Barbara MacDonald on November 17, 2012 at 12:01 pm

I totally agree and believe this too why when I do have something which is upsetting, I will always ask myself what I need to learn from this, and will I be able to use this to help someone else... In many ways this has been my life's purpose...I think we are kindred souls Virginia...beautifully written and expressed .

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By Uttam Gill on November 18, 2012 at 08:57 pm

Oh! I am so moved by your account...Just putting myself in your shoes how it would have been with me...Your plain talk about your struggles makes me say that here is one lady who is down to her bone so truthful...That man in blue was surely an angel...Certain kind gestures are unforgettable...

Virginia let me own up I am in very friendly terms with my tears...I just cannot hold my tears...I think I got it from my mom...My wife always snubs me that being a man my tears to be shed privately ...But I just cannot help it ..It just escapes from my eyes...I am also told that I am an Ex Army Officer so I should be tough enough not to cry...But people forget that soldiers too are human being…I saw my mom crying many times and that left an indelible mark over me...I understood her state of mind through her tears...

Tear never betrays...You cried because you were in pain to see your helplessness and your husband pleading to that cop...You felt ashamed because for a moment you felt so small by the circumstances which you were going through with no fault of your own...Seeing you sobbing your husband(as a man I understand how caring he is) felt the impact of this undeserving circumstances and surely tears in your eyes must have caused great pain to him...And that cop who too was crying understood the language of tears...A man in uniform was human being too......All you gone through was certainly very painful…I pray for your prosperity…Your happiness…Tough time is over with Gods grace…

Reading this I understood that tears never betray.

Virginia you are certainly a very honest woman…

You know Virginia what these cheeks meant for…


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By souschef on November 18, 2012 at 11:33 pm

It is very nice to be reminded that our police officers are human also!

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By HomeRearedChef on November 18, 2012 at 11:59 pm

Thank you, Uttam, for your kinds words and compassionate heart. I was so moved by your comment that I had to share them with my husband. Thank you very much, my friend! :)

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By HomeRearedChef on November 19, 2012 at 12:00 am

Sousched, I was very proud to share this story with the world. Let me here now say: God bless our Police Officers!

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