I have never had a great relationship with my sister, Keri. She always made me feel like everything I did was wrong. So in order to avoid this feeling, I just always avoided her.

It was a normal day. I had just picked up my son, Caleb, from day care after a long day of work. I was approaching the corner of 29th and Air Depot when I noticed a police car behind me. I switched lanes and he switched with me. As I'm turning, his lights come on. I pulled into the parking lot of a bank and began looking for my license and insurance. I know the drill. After being pulled over approximately 20 times in the last eight years, you could sort of call me an expert in accepting a ticket.
 
The officer approaches, asks for my information, and then goes back to his vehicle to run my name. Meanwhile, Caleb is in the backseat screaming and crying. He was nine months old and very temperamental when in his car seat. I'm sitting there singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star when the officer comes back and asks me if I had someone available to come pick up my son because I was going to have to go with him. By the expression on my face, the officer could tell I was confused. He then asked if I was aware that my license was suspended. My answer was no. I asked why my license would be suspended, but he could not tell me. All he knew that driving under suspension is an arrestable offense and he was going to exercise his right to do so.

We were in Midwest City, Oklahoma and everyone I knew lived at least 30 minutes away, with the exception of my sister, Keri. I immediately call my sister just praying she picks up her phone.

Fortunately, my sister did answer. She arrived and talked with the officer to find out what was going on and what needed to be done to resolve the issue. I personally am sobbing nonstop, unable to pay much attention to what is being said and the next thing I know the officer is taking me away and my son and my sister are driving off.

At the station, they inform me that I have a fine for failing to appear, meaning that I paid a ticket after the court date and they charged an additional fine and suspended my license.

My sister showed up at the police station, paid all fines and made it possible for me to be released within a few hours, all the while taking care of my son. I felt so blessed and so wrong for abandoning my relationship with my sister.

Needless to say, that day changed a lot of things for me. Because of my sister's kindness, my son did not have to go to DHS and I didn't have to sit and wait, for who knows how long, to be released. I also learned how important it is to pay your tickets on time!

Sandra
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