I was the stupid friend.
As a young adult 18 or 19 years-old, I had what I thought was a friend.
But looking back, he used me poorly.
He and I were out partying in a small town in Iowa on a weekend night.
We left one place and headed to another place. My friend sped down the main street in his car.
A policeman came up behind us and flipped on his red lights.
Knowing he was caught speeding and would get a ticket, my friend sped off, intending to out-run the cop.
We drove on county highways gravel roads, going way too fast on loose-surface gravel roads.
We got quite a bit ahead of the cop, and my friend said something like,
“If I get another ticket, I lose my license. I need you to drive for a while.”
Like a dummy, I traded places with him and drove to a town a few miles away.
We managed to avoid the cop.
It occurred to me 20 years later how stupid that was.
What if the cops had cornered us?
Then I would have got a ticket for what he did. I would have been forced to decide to take the ticket to save my friend or to protest the ticket and ‘betray’ him.
But this would not have been a betrayal at all; it would have been the truth.
What my ex-friend did to me was a betrayal; putting me in a situation where I would have to take the consequences of his poor decisions.
Don't ever be stupid like I was.
Eric J. Rose