Do you walk to school or pack a lunch???
My wife and I made a shopping trip the other day to provide Christmas gifts (out of my paycheck) for the children of a drug dealer that is currently doing time (my arrest). I called him at the facility that he is currently lodged and made sure that it was okay for us to label the gifts as being from "Daddy" first. He's not going to get out in time for Christmas, as he's facing at least one other drug charge of mine.
Then I worked that night.
On my day off, we had an emergency call-out. A mental decided that she wanted to gargle buckshot in the bedroom of her section-8 apartment. Live in boyfriend attempted to wrestle the weapon away from her, and she cranked off a round out the window towards another building- keep in mind that there are dozens and dozens of children that live here. Fortunately, a tree stopped the shot, and no one was hurt.
Today I showed up to volunteer my time to deliver Christmas presents to "needy" children. I made a run back to the same section-8 apartment complex, and delivered presents to every unit but one, in one particular building. At one unit, the oldest boy was outside his government-subsidized unit, playing with his new radio-controlled helicopter, and couldn't be bothered to help me carry the huge bags of presents inside- no "thank you" or anything.
Many of the units were essentially without furniture. Dirty dishes piled on the counters, "snow drifts" of soiled laundry in the corners. Maybe a soiled mattress or a broken down cardboard box for the children to sleep on in the living room. But they had HUGE brand new flat-screen television sets, hundreds of DVDs, the latest video games, liquor, smokes, sodas, and snack foods. I think we're the only country in the world that gives food stamps to morbidly obese people.
On my way back to my vehicle, I encountered a 9-year old that had no idea what today was. When I told him, he still had no idea what Christmas was. He couldn't even be bothered to look up from a rather expensive looking portable game console to talk to the Police Officer in the raid shirt, jeans, and Santa hat.
Back to the Police station to pick up another load, and a couple shows up in a lifted Toyota 4x4 SUV with huge chrome wheels, tinted windows, and an absurdly powerful stereo. They hop out in their designer clothes, and ask where "their" Christmas presents are.
I work again tonight, probably handling the same people.
Tomorrow, I'll forgo spending Christmas with my family in the traditional sense, in order to volunteer to feed these same people at a Christmas luncheon.
Then I go back to work tomorrow night, handling them again.
And we're already gearing up to handle the same folks on New Year's Eve.
Whew.
[100% Kona coffee]rallyraid said:Good on you RIS for maintaining your sanity and humanity. :thumbsup:
Aren't some professionals like doctors and police officers supposed to detach themselves from their work? From personal experience, doctors don't like to be friendly, and definitely not ER doctors. They do their jobs and try not to have a personal connection with their "clients". Maybe it's my personality, or I've watched too much teevee, but I thought that was the case.
The people you're dealing with don't seem hurt for material things, maybe an attitude adjustment and a swift kick in the ass. Police in other parts of the world don't try to gain community trust. They show up in armored vehicles, bullet proof vests and an AR-15 to serve an arrest warrant. Same results, no drop in crime rates but a sense of justice for someone out there.
Yeah, it's kinda loud, but it's a lot easier to maneuver in tight places with the 14.5" barrel.JasonK said:RIS, good for you. On another note, loud ass short barrel with a magnifier? Do you really need to see their pores?!Just kidding, mostly. I'm impressed with your patrol rifle. Department or personal?
LOL! Are you kidding me?? Okay Judge Dredd....RIS said:[100% Kona coffee]
...Like any emotionally healthy human being, I only kick somone's ass if they truly require it. I'll do it in the blink of an eye, and we may all have a good laugh about it afterwards, but it's not the kind of thing that we go looking for. I don't like getting other people's blood on me.
I do wear armor and take an AR-15 (an M4 actually) with me everywhere I go (on duty), but that's because the first rule in my line of work is to go home at the end of my shift. I was the breacher on our last drug raid- I have no problem with caving someone's door in, taking their drugs, arresting them, and taking their children from them, as long as it's done correctly.
A couple of raids ago we breached the door to make entry, and found ourselves stepping over and between about half a dozen infants and toddlers sleeping on broken down cardboard boxes just inside the door, while we ordered the drug dealers to become one with the carpet at gun point. That's the kind of stuff that I find really disappointing. Those kids didn't sign up for that.
I am committed to my community. I volunteer with my Church, providing hot meals, helping kids (mostly drug babies) after school with their homework, and being involved in youth programs. I also help out at school in the classroom (10th and 12th grade English). I volunteer with Special Olympics, the animal shelter, and I'm on the school council.
I'm willing to put my money where my mouth is when it comes to how I spend my time. I'd like to help break the cycle of failure that generations of crappy parenting has caused.
I find it appalling that so many kids have been taught to just give up at the slightest hint of anything even remotely challenging. I don't have any "quit" in me, so it's an alien concept to me. When I was asked to ride 200 miles in one day on a full suspension mountain bike with knobby tires (carrying my pistol, cell phone, and a pair of cuffs), I just did it. When I did my ground fighting final during my academy, my scalp was split and sliding around- I couldn't see from the blood in my eyes. So I used a wad of paper towels to wipe the sweat and blood out of my eyes and off my head, and used silver duct tape to put my scalp back together, then went back in and won the fight. These kids don't have any concept of stuff like that.
I'm just a lowly beat cop, not a ninja, and I didn't say that I posted it HERE last Christmas.rallyraid said:Join date Nov 2009. He didn't post this last christmas. The search feature goes way back. Possible troll?
I thought he was a caseworker or worked public relations for a PD. The guys that kick in the doors, they don't tell others on a bike forum what they do for a living.
Are you Chuck Norris ? be honest(I really think it's Chuck).RIS said:I'm just a lowly beat cop, not a ninja, and I didn't say that I posted it HERE last Christmas.
Bingo.rallyraid said:Join date Nov 2009. He didn't post this last christmas. The search feature goes way back. Possible troll?
I thought he was a caseworker or worked public relations for a PD. The guys that kick in the doors, they don't tell others on a bike forum what they do for a living.