WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?

WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?

All Because I Am A Marine

While driving down the street I was hit head on by
another car.  A little dazed I get out the car to check
the damage.  I walked away from the car to get out
of harm’s way and to make a phone call but I am
stopped by a police officer who for some reason thinks
I am trying to run away.

Next thing I know, I’m in handcuffs that are too small for
my wrists.  I’m then escorted to the police car and placed
in the car.

The police officer goes through my ID and sees that I am
a Marine.  He turns to me and makes the statement: “Oh
you are a Marine, you think you’re a tough guy.”  Next thing
I know, I’m tazed.  I feel like I can’t breathe.  I’m fighting for
air now.  My reflex after being tazed causes me to kick.

Oh no, I just kicked the window out of the police car but you
know what, I can now breathe again.  Why was I tazed?  And
what happened to the man who hit may car?  After all, he
was the one under the influence not me.  Is he free while I
sit here in jail?  Where is he?  I WONDER.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins