So this happened in Montana this morning.

I was on my way to a job interview when I got pulled over.
I’m Native American, and my friend riding with me is Black — just being real about that context.

The officer walked up and said calmly,
“Don’t worry, I’m not asking for anything. I just want you to know your brake lights are out.”

I won’t lie — I was frustrated. I had just replaced them. I told him Firestone wanted $600 just to diagnose a possible wiring issue.

He looked genuinely surprised and said, “Pop the trunk.”

Then the hood.
Then the relay box.
Then he checked wiring under the dash.

No ticket.
No lecture.
No attitude.

Officer Jenkins stepped out of the cop role and into the human role — making sure I could get to my interview safely.

He could’ve written me up.
He could’ve sent me on my way with a fine.

Instead, he chose to help.

In a time when tensions can run high and trust can feel fragile, this was a moment of simple decency I won’t forget.

Good people exist.
Sometimes, they wear a badge.