We all know that cops don't get a lot of praise for what we do. And that thank yous are few and far between. And the pay sucks... But we also know we don't do it for the praise or pay.
For example, one day last week, I came across a disabled vehicle. It was in a bad spot, halfway up a hill, on a curve. Minivan, with a mom, grandma, and two little boys (who had obviously been eating Oreo cookies) on the way home from the park, had run out of gas. Grandpa was going for gas... but the location was a wreck waiting to happen. So I ended up waiting with them for about 20 minutes or so, while grandpa brought them some gas. Fast forward a couple of days... and I get a message that there was something for me in the dispatch fridge.
They'd baked some cookies, and dropped them by -- in a paper sack with a thank you note on it, decorated by one of the boys.
Yeah -- I shared the cookies.
These are the types of things that make the rest of the crap we deal with worth it.
For example, one day last week, I came across a disabled vehicle. It was in a bad spot, halfway up a hill, on a curve. Minivan, with a mom, grandma, and two little boys (who had obviously been eating Oreo cookies) on the way home from the park, had run out of gas. Grandpa was going for gas... but the location was a wreck waiting to happen. So I ended up waiting with them for about 20 minutes or so, while grandpa brought them some gas. Fast forward a couple of days... and I get a message that there was something for me in the dispatch fridge.
They'd baked some cookies, and dropped them by -- in a paper sack with a thank you note on it, decorated by one of the boys.
Yeah -- I shared the cookies.
These are the types of things that make the rest of the crap we deal with worth it.
