My husband Gene and I volunteered to help out on the early shift at a charity golf tournament. It was 6 a.m. when we left the house and the streets were deserted. At one intersection, the traffic light was turning yellow. Instead of slowing down, Gene gunned it. The light changed red just as we went through it.

Instantly we heard a siren and saw blue lights flashing. Gene hadn't noticed the policeman following him. As we pulled over, the officer approached us shaking his head. "You had plenty of time to stop for that light," he growled.

Without hesitating, Gene answered, "You're absolutely right, officer."

After a fleeting look of surprise, the policeman folded his ticket book, put it in his back pocket and said, "Your honesty just saved you a ticket. Nine people out of ten would have said the light was still yellow when they went through."

Shaking Gene's hand, the policeman smiled and waved us on our way with a parting word of advice: "Go on. But be careful—especially of who's behind you."