I was ready to issue a speeding ticket after pulling over a woman doing 95 mph but then I noticed something unusual beneath her feet.
Id been on routine patrol with my partner, cruising along a rural motorwaya notorious stretch where accidents were common, especially on long straightaways tempting drivers to push their luck. The shift had been quiet. Too quiet.
Then, out of nowhere, a silver car rocketed past as if we werent even there. The radar flashed 95 mph. Broad daylight, empty road. Maybe she had somewhere urgent to bebut thats no excuse.
I ran the platesno flags, no warrants. Flipping on the lights and sirens, I signalled for her to pull over. The car slowed momentarily then lurched forward again.
Through the loudspeaker, my voice sharpened with command:
“Pull over immediately! You are in violation of the law.”
A few hundred yards later, she finally swerved onto the hard shoulder. Approaching cautiously, I saw a woman in her thirties gripping the wheel, her face ashen, eyes wide with panic.
“Do you know the speed limit on this road?”
“Y-yes I know,” she stammered, barely able to catch her breath.
“License and registration, please,” I ordered, leaning toward the window.
Thats when I saw ita dark puddle beneath her feet. Not water.
“Your waters broke, didnt they?”
“Please help me Im alone,” she gasped.
No time to waste. I radioed dispatchwe were escorting a woman in labour to the nearest hospital. My partner and I helped her into our vehicle, and I drove fast but steady. With every mile, her contractions worsenedher cries tightening like a vice around my chest.
I gripped her hand, murmuring reassurances I wasnt sure even I believed.
We made it with seconds to spare. The medics were already waiting, whisking her away before I could take another breath.
Hours later, I returned, still shaken. A midwife emerged, smiling.
“Congratulationsits a girl. Both mum and baby are doing well.”
Moments like these remind me why I wear the badge. The law matters. But compassion? Thats what truly keeps the world turning.
