Today, if you drive along the A2 motorway, you might see a veteran officer who looks at drivers not as offenders, but as people whose stories she has yet to hear. Carmen knows that behind every speeding violation, behind every tired face, there may be a tragedy, a hope, or a miracle waiting to happen.
And every night, when she gets home, where a man with a scar on his temple and a healthy girl are waiting for her for dinner, Carmen gives thanks for that hot Tuesday in July, for the fine she didn’t write, and for the wonderful, mysterious, and perfect architecture of destiny that teaches us that, in the end, everything we give comes back to us multiplied.
Because no one is saved alone. And sometimes, to find your own way home, you have to help someone else find theirs.
