Day 93 – Thankful for Police

30 Dec

Today I’m thankful for police.

I took the day off of work today and spent the entire day working on a project (more on that in a future post, I’m sure).  When I got upstairs in my workshop I realized I had forgotten to re-charge my speaker battery.  As opposed to working in silence, I fired up the police scanner from my grandparents.  

Talk about something that brings back memories of my grandparents’ house!  There are too many sounds that make me think back to any time we were there.  

We got drilled by the snow storm last night and the roads were awful.  This meant the scanner was about 10 times more lively than usual.  As I was kind of listening to all the calls coming in I couldn’t help but be in awe of what they must deal with on a regular basis.

My step dad will tell me stories of some of the crazy stuff they deal with, but it wasn’t until listening today that it really sunk in just how much stuff they have to deal with.  I can’t imagine the patience it must take on a daily basis.

Between traffic accidents, drivers assaulting other drivers, calling in to have a road plowed, calling in to have salt put on icy patches of a parking lot, doing a well check and everything in between it was crazy how busy they were!  Throw in a countless number of times they had a phone call coming in that they had to have a message taken and the crazy number of accident reports they had to file.

It really hit me just how much I appreciate all they do for us.  While my blog doesn’t do them justice please check out this link for a much more eloquent description of why I’m thankful for police:

What Are Policemen Made Of? Paul Harvey
What Are Policemen Made Of? By Paul Harvey

A Policeman is a composite of what all men are, mingling of a saint and sinner, dust and deity.

Gulled statistics wave the fan over the stinkers, underscore instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are “new”. What they really mean is that they are exceptional, unusual, not commonplace.

Buried under the frost is the fact: Less than one-half of one percent of policemen misfit the uniform. That’s a better average than you’d find among clergy!

What is a policeman made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the most unwanted. He’s a strangely nameless creature who is “sir” to his face and “fuzz” to his back

He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won.

But…If the policeman is neat, he’s conceited; if he’s careless, he’s a bum. If he’s pleasant, he’s flirting;if not, he’s a grouch.

He must make an instant decision which would require months for a lawyer to make.

But…If he hurries, he’s careless; if he’s deliberate, he’s lazy. He must be first to an accident and infallible with his diagnosis. He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and, above all, be sure the victim goes home without a limp. Or expect to be sued.

The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run, and hit where it doesn’t hurt.He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform and without being “brutal”. If you hit him, he’s a coward. If he hits you, he’s a bully.

A policeman must know everything-and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake.

A policeman must, from a single strand of hair, be able to describe the crime, the weapon and the criminal- and tell you where the criminal is hiding.

But…If he catches the criminal, he’s lucky; if he doesn’t, he’s a dunce. If he gets promoted, he has political pull; if he doesn’t, he’s a dullard. The policeman must chase a bum lead to a dead-end, stake out ten nights to tag one witness who saw it happen-but refused to remember.

The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy and a gentleman.

And, of course, he’d have to be genius….For he will have to feed a family on a policeman’s salary.


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