please take time to read.....
I owe you an apology. I'm not perfect.
All humans make mistakes, and I've paid
for every one of them. In thirty years of
law enforcement, I've also seen more than
you'll ever know.
I've taken knives, clubs, guns, drugs and
violent people out of cars. Teens and
otherwise. I've seen drunk, drugged and
distracted drivers of all ages who've been
dangerous to everyone on the road. I've
been in more fights than I can count with those
drivers and passengers. All the while risking my
life because of passing traffic that almost never
slows down...much less stops to offer help.
I've picked up bodies off the roadways.
Drivers, passengers, pedestrians and otherwise.
I've seen almost every kind of death you can
think of. Because of my duties, I've almost
died and I've lost friends and co-workers.
I've taken that long walk to the front door to
tell the parent, spouse, child or relative that
their loved one isn't ever coming home. I've
borne the verbal agony and even threats
because these poor people can't stand their
grief.
I've seen husband's beat wives and vice versa.
Parents beat children and vice that versa as well.
I've seen the results when people kill each other.
I've also had "victims" jump on my back when I
try to take the guilty or the batterer to jail.
I've seen and heard people sneer and snicker
when I speed on the road or highway. They
usually call my boss to complain or say something
they think is humorous about "coffee shops and donuts."
Yet these same people get in my face, remind me
they pay my salary and scream at me when I'm not
at their house thirty seconds after they call.
I've seen the sick. Those who're physically ill as well
as mentally. I've listened to merchants who rightly
complain about the homeless killing their business.
And listened to the transient who has no options.
I've seen those whose addiction to drugs, alcohol
or a "homeless lifestyle" doesn't allow any fast or
easy solution.
I've heard the family or neighborhood problem that
took years to develop. Now I'm expected to solve it
in minutes. And if I fail, I can be sued for my house,
car, bank account and I'll lose my career. I may even
lose my freedom. For a bad situation that may require
a decision in mere seconds.
I've answered the calls of "shots fired; robbery in
progress; rape in progress; homicide just occurred;"
and every possible crime and inhumanity you can name.
I've seen the eyes of a child when meth has taken Mommy
and Daddy. I've seen the haunted eyes of the parent who
suddenly knows their life is no longer their own...but instead,
is possessed by their drug. I've seen crimes you've never
dreamed of and won't ever see on "Cops."
As a fellow officer once told me, "Cops constantly live in
the worst twenty minutes of other people's lives."
Yes. I may have talked brusquely to your dear child.
Or gotten you out of the car. Asked you to take your
hands out of your pockets, or something similar. But
you may want to consider that one of the "kids" I dealt
with in our lovely area probably came closest to killing
me in all the years I worked. He had a .357 magnum
hidden under the shirt he asked me to let him put on.
Thank God I refused. Gee. Looking back on that...
I guess I was being rude.
I've also seen my employer's bargaining agents come
to salary negotiations and literally say, "Yes. We have
the money to give you raises...and no...you can't have
them."
I've seen my wife scrimp and scratch trying to raise
four children on a cop's salary. I've seen my kids
"grin and bear it" when they found I couldn't come
to their special event because "Daddy doesn't work
regular hours." I've also seen my kids take up a
burden they never should have had to, when one of
your little darlings called my child a "piglet." Or
worse yet, cursed at or hit my kid because I took
their family member to jail.
I've seen my family wait for me. When I worked
nights, weekends and holidays, while you were
snug at home...and my whole family did without
me way too much of the time.
I've also seen the faces of toddlers and children
who were lost and whom my co-workers and I were
privileged to place back into the arms of a crying mother.
I've seen the bleeding I was able to stop, the heart
I was able to get a chance to re-start and the crime
victims my comrades-at-arms and I were able to
protect.
I've got the faces in my mind of people whose lives
my partners and I saved. Yes. I have my success
stories...and my failures. And I've seen the nights
when I can't go to sleep or get back to sleep
because of the faces...faces and the "what if" factor
in every case.
If you never see one thousandth this much...then law
enforcement has done its job...and after all...if cops
had a rabid need to be liked, we'd have become
firemen.
Trust me. If I was rude or insensitive to your child
or anyone else, I'll pay for it. And I'll still put on my
uniform, ballistic vest, gun belt and badge. And I'll
go out again.
Because that's what professionals do.
I owe you an apology. I'm not perfect.
All humans make mistakes, and I've paid
for every one of them. In thirty years of
law enforcement, I've also seen more than
you'll ever know.
I've taken knives, clubs, guns, drugs and
violent people out of cars. Teens and
otherwise. I've seen drunk, drugged and
distracted drivers of all ages who've been
dangerous to everyone on the road. I've
been in more fights than I can count with those
drivers and passengers. All the while risking my
life because of passing traffic that almost never
slows down...much less stops to offer help.
I've picked up bodies off the roadways.
Drivers, passengers, pedestrians and otherwise.
I've seen almost every kind of death you can
think of. Because of my duties, I've almost
died and I've lost friends and co-workers.
I've taken that long walk to the front door to
tell the parent, spouse, child or relative that
their loved one isn't ever coming home. I've
borne the verbal agony and even threats
because these poor people can't stand their
grief.
I've seen husband's beat wives and vice versa.
Parents beat children and vice that versa as well.
I've seen the results when people kill each other.
I've also had "victims" jump on my back when I
try to take the guilty or the batterer to jail.
I've seen and heard people sneer and snicker
when I speed on the road or highway. They
usually call my boss to complain or say something
they think is humorous about "coffee shops and donuts."
Yet these same people get in my face, remind me
they pay my salary and scream at me when I'm not
at their house thirty seconds after they call.
I've seen the sick. Those who're physically ill as well
as mentally. I've listened to merchants who rightly
complain about the homeless killing their business.
And listened to the transient who has no options.
I've seen those whose addiction to drugs, alcohol
or a "homeless lifestyle" doesn't allow any fast or
easy solution.
I've heard the family or neighborhood problem that
took years to develop. Now I'm expected to solve it
in minutes. And if I fail, I can be sued for my house,
car, bank account and I'll lose my career. I may even
lose my freedom. For a bad situation that may require
a decision in mere seconds.
I've answered the calls of "shots fired; robbery in
progress; rape in progress; homicide just occurred;"
and every possible crime and inhumanity you can name.
I've seen the eyes of a child when meth has taken Mommy
and Daddy. I've seen the haunted eyes of the parent who
suddenly knows their life is no longer their own...but instead,
is possessed by their drug. I've seen crimes you've never
dreamed of and won't ever see on "Cops."
As a fellow officer once told me, "Cops constantly live in
the worst twenty minutes of other people's lives."
Yes. I may have talked brusquely to your dear child.
Or gotten you out of the car. Asked you to take your
hands out of your pockets, or something similar. But
you may want to consider that one of the "kids" I dealt
with in our lovely area probably came closest to killing
me in all the years I worked. He had a .357 magnum
hidden under the shirt he asked me to let him put on.
Thank God I refused. Gee. Looking back on that...
I guess I was being rude.
I've also seen my employer's bargaining agents come
to salary negotiations and literally say, "Yes. We have
the money to give you raises...and no...you can't have
them."
I've seen my wife scrimp and scratch trying to raise
four children on a cop's salary. I've seen my kids
"grin and bear it" when they found I couldn't come
to their special event because "Daddy doesn't work
regular hours." I've also seen my kids take up a
burden they never should have had to, when one of
your little darlings called my child a "piglet." Or
worse yet, cursed at or hit my kid because I took
their family member to jail.
I've seen my family wait for me. When I worked
nights, weekends and holidays, while you were
snug at home...and my whole family did without
me way too much of the time.
I've also seen the faces of toddlers and children
who were lost and whom my co-workers and I were
privileged to place back into the arms of a crying mother.
I've seen the bleeding I was able to stop, the heart
I was able to get a chance to re-start and the crime
victims my comrades-at-arms and I were able to
protect.
I've got the faces in my mind of people whose lives
my partners and I saved. Yes. I have my success
stories...and my failures. And I've seen the nights
when I can't go to sleep or get back to sleep
because of the faces...faces and the "what if" factor
in every case.
If you never see one thousandth this much...then law
enforcement has done its job...and after all...if cops
had a rabid need to be liked, we'd have become
firemen.
Trust me. If I was rude or insensitive to your child
or anyone else, I'll pay for it. And I'll still put on my
uniform, ballistic vest, gun belt and badge. And I'll
go out again.
Because that's what professionals do.