"Motorcycle Officer "
The first trip to Springfield, Missouri, was very successful and had me thinking it would be to our advantage to move there. I headed out of town to go to Lawrence and connect with the group we had there.
My travel took me north on Highway 71. I went by Butler, and then Harrisonville, and was making good time. I saw the lights in my rearview mirror and pulled over as a motorcycle officer pulled in behind me.
He informed me I had been speeding and proceeded to give me a ticket. He was polite and very professional, but I just didn’t need the ticket nor the cost thereof.
He bid me a good day and headed back to his motorcycle but turned back to take another look at me. Right then I had a terrible vision. It was of him wrecking his motorcycle causing his death. I knew right then he would die in the line of duty. I almost got out of the car to try to talk to him but just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
He looked back at me again and just stared at me. Then went on his way. I could tell he knew something was up.
I looked at the ticket and saw the City of Belton on it. No memory of Belton came to mind, and I doubted I would ever be in Belton again. As I thought about it, it upset me to have a vision of that sort, not knowing what to do, or maybe I had just missed the chance. I just took off down the road.