State Trooper’s Testimony

This testimony was submitted by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

I am a State Trooper. I stopped behind a vehicle one night that was pulled over alongside a road near a main highway. Traffic was quiet, and it was about 8:30 at night in the Spring, and it was completely dark. As I pulled up behind this vehicle, I noticed a man was out wiping his face with some newspaper. For some reason, I did not turn on my overhead emergency lighting. I just stopped casually to see if he need any assistance. I noticed the “vomit comet” on the side of his van on the drivers side, indicating he had thrown up out the window as he was driving. I figured he was probably drunk. I asked him if he was ok, he said he was, and he was dealing with sinus issues. I asked him for ID, having suspicion that he was intoxicated. He patted himself down and said “nope.” I have seen that “self pat down” 100 times, and I knew he was either suspended, wanted, or revoked.

Right then, another Trooper pulled up behind us. He did not see any emergency lighting and thought we were two civilians that may have gotten in an accident. It was total happenstance he was there, usually we are short handed.

Right then, the suspect took off running. Of course, being a good sport, I pursued on foot.

There wasn’t any traffic on the main highway and we were running right down the middle of it. I got him on the ground and we began to wrestle. I lost my flashlight in the struggle, and we are right in the middle of the west bound lane of traffic in complete darkness.

I am torquing on his arms trying to get him cuffed, and I looked up and noticed that there was a car coming at about a mile out. I knew I only had about 45 seconds to get him cuffed and drug out of the road or we were going to get struck at 55mph and possibly killed.

Here is where I failed. I got tunnel vision. I lost track of time. The other Trooper hadn’t made it there yet, he was much farther out at the beginning.

All of the sudden, peace came over me. It was a wonderful manifestation of His presence. I thought, “Lord, are you here to take me, is this it?”

Then, tires squealed, engine heat in the wind, dirt, and rocks hit my face, and out of control noise flooded my ears.

I reached up with my right hand like I caught a baseball and put my hand on the front bumper of that car as it stopped. The car stopped EXACTLY at my right arms reach. Not an inch past it, not an inch short of it.

The suspect was in complete shock.

I rolled him over, and cuffed him, and drug him out of the road. He went to jail for DUI, revoked DL, and others.

I measured the skid marks the next day, and sent the type/ weight of the vehicle, pavement type, weather conditions, and length of skid marks to our crash reconstructionist. He said there was no possible way that car could have stopped under its own power.

During a brief interview with the driver, he said that he didn’t even see us until the very end. He had no idea how he got stopped.

I know how…. and God is so very, very good.