I was driving north on I-75 when I spotted a state trooper in a turnout. I quickly checked my speed—everything was fine. A few minutes later, near the sign for Exit 20, I noticed a dog lying in the ditch. She looked rough—exhausted and possibly injured.
I was in the left lane and already heading to an appointment, but something in me couldn’t just drive past. I turned around at the next opportunity, heading back southbound. I even pulled into the turnout, fully expecting a ticket—but I had to help.
The same trooper was still there. I rolled down my window and said, “There’s a dog back there, and I don’t care if I get a ticket—I just want to help her.”
Without hesitation, he asked where she was and followed me. We found her still lying there, panting and weak. The trooper grabbed a water jug, made a bowl from a container, and offered her water. She was nervous but too tired to resist. Eventually, she drank it all down.
Then he brought out a chair and umbrella, saying he’d stay until she trusted him.
That trooper was a reminder that there’s still good in this world. Meet Trooper Tudors—one of the good guys.
