I told my mother it was a good thing. At that point, I thought we could get him to get us some help.

Why are you not getting us some help. There's something wrong with her. He said I'll get you some help after I explain the ticket. She's gasping for air, he's talking to me about points, the cost of the ticket, traffic school and I'm going I don't care. I know how a ticket operates can you just get my mother some help.

I said can you please get us some help. She's gasping for air. He kept saying license and registration.

As we were coming down post street she started going into cardiac distress.

When I came up to the light it was yellow, when we went up under it, it was red.

I was confused and all the material I read got me more confused. With all the things I got in the mail, it was hard to decide.