This happened in Montana earlier today.

I was on my way to a job interview when I got pulled over by a police officer. Just to set the scene—I’m Native American, and my friend riding with me is Black.

As fate would have it, both of my brake lights decided to stop working at the exact same time. Naturally, as the officer approached, I started pulling out my license and registration, bracing for the worst.

But to my surprise, the officer simply said,

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you a hard time—I just wanted to let you know your brake lights are out."

Instantly, I felt that familiar frustration rise up. I had just replaced those brake lights last month. I told him how Firestone quoted me nearly $600 just to run a diagnostic on the wiring. He gave me a look like, “Are you serious?” and then said something I didn’t expect:

"Pop the trunk for me."

He walked around to the back, checked the bulbs, gave them a few taps—nothing. Then he asked me to pop the hood. After that, he had me step out of the car so he could inspect the wiring under the dashboard. The man wasn't just checking boxes—he was trying to help.

And he didn’t stop there.

Officer Jenkins, instead of writing me a ticket, took time out of his day to troubleshoot the issue—relay box, connections, wiring—the whole nine yards.

And you know what?

He actually fixed the problem.

He didn’t just show up as a cop that day. He showed up as a decent, kind-hearted human being who saw someone stressed and chose to lend a hand.

Not every officer is bad. Not every person is out to get you. There’s still good out there—and sometimes, it shows up in uniform with a toolbox.

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Matthew 5:7 ~ Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.