She Was Driving 150 km/h. When I Looked Inside Her Car, My Heart Stopped (3 of 3)

Hours later, after finishing the paperwork and returning to check in, a midwife approached me in the hallway. She wore a smile that said everything before she even spoke.

“Congratulations,” she said softly. “It’s a girl. Healthy and strong. Mom’s doing just fine.”

Relief washed over me, so heavy it almost knocked me down.

That day, I was reminded of something I sometimes forget in the endless routine of tickets, arrests, and road patrols: enforcing the law matters, but compassion matters more. Some calls change you forever. This was one of them.