While the state trooper approached my car door from behind, a voice inside me whispered:
“Good morning fathead, have you had your donut yet?”
As I pushed the down window button, the trooper said,
“May I see your driver’s license, owner’s and insurance cards?”
“Certainly , officer”, I said, “Is there some problem?”
“I clocked you at 75 miles per hour. Do you know what the speed limit is?”
“The last time I checked, it was 65,” I offered.
“There’s a sign 500 feet back that says 55.  And do you see the sign ahead?”,
was his retort.
“Yes, I see it says 55, too”, I confessed.”
“You can read”, he asked?
I replied, “Yes, of course.”
He handed me a Bible and said, “Then read Psalm 90, verse 12.”
Astounded at his unexpected and strange behavior,
I opened the book and found the words: “Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
I looked up, but there was no trooper, or police car.
I then noticed that the book I was holding was my own, little used, Bible
with my license, owner’s and insurance cards tucked neatly inside.
I continued on my way to my appointment, arriving a little late.
Before arriving I noticed a horrible accident just ahead, involving a truck and two cars.
I later learned that the truck had gone out of control,
and that all occupants in the vehicles were killed.
As I passed the accident, the voice inside me thanked the trooper for his visit,
whoever he was.