When I first joined the police department, I knew there would be special occasions my family would spend without me. Knowing that fact didn’t make the task any easier. The celebrations I missed those first years depressed me and sometimes made me feel bitter. Working on Christmas Eve was always the worst.
Once on a particular Christmas Eve, I learned that blessings can come disguised as misfortune, and honor is more that just a word.
I was working a beat on the 4 PM to 12 AM shift. The night was cold. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of the holiday. Families packing their cars with presents, beautifully decorated trees in living room windows and roofs adorned with tiny sleighs. All added to my holiday funk.
The evening had been relatively quiet; there were calls for barking dogs and a residential false burglar alarm or two. There was nothing to make the night pass any quicker. I thought of my own family and sunk further into depression.
Shortly after 22:00 I got a call to respond to the home of an elderly, terminally ill man. I parked my patrol car in front of a simple Cape Cod style home. I walked up the short path to the front door. As I approached, a woman who seemed to be about 80 years old opened the door. “He’s in here” she said, leading me to a back bedroom.
We passed through a living room that was furnished in a style I come to associate with older people. The sofa had an afghan blanket draped over its back and a dark, solid Queen Anne chair next to an unused fireplace. The mantle was cluttered with an eccentric mix of several photos, some ceramic figurines and an antique clock. A floor lamp provided soft lighting.
We entered the small bedroom where a frail looking man lay in bed with a blanket pulled up to his chin. He wore a blank stare on his ashen, skeletal face. His breathing was shallow and labored. He was barely alive.
The trappings of illness all around his bed, the nightstand was littered with a large number of pill vials. An oxygen bottle stood nearby. Its plastic hose with face mask attached rested on the blanket.
I asked the old woman why she called the police. She simply shrugged and nodded sadly toward her husband, indicating it was his request. I looked at him and he stared intently into my eyes. He seemed relaxed now. I didn’t understand the suddenly calm expression on his face.
I looked around the room again. A dresser stood along the wall to the left of the bed. On it was the usual memorabilia: ornate perfume bottles, white porcelain pin case, and a wooden jewelry case. There were also several photos in simple frames. One caught my eye and I walked closer to the dresser for a closer look. The picture showed a young man dressed in a police uniform. It was unmistakably a photo of the man in bed. I knew then why I was there.
I looked at the old man and he motioned with his hand toward the side of the bed. I walked over and stood beside him. He slid a thin arm from under the covers and took my hand. Soon, I felt his hand go limp, I looked at his face. There was no fear there. I saw only peace.
He knew he was dying; he was aware his time was very near. I know now that he was afraid of what was about to happen and he wanted the protection of a fellow cop on his journey. A caring God had seen to it that His child would be delivered safely to him. The honor of being his escort fell to me.
When I left at the end of my tour of duty that night, the temperature had seemed to have risen considerably, and all the holiday displays I saw on the way home made me smile.
I no longer feel sorry for myself for having to work on Christmas Eve. I have chosen an honorable profession. I pray that when it’s, my turn to leave this world, there will be a cop there to hold my hand and remind me that I have nothing to fear.
We wish all our brothers and sisters who have to work this Christmas Eve all the Joy and warmth of the Season.
God Bless you all!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
12 comments:
Thank you for that.
That was Nice.........
Im not sure of who you are personally, but God did bless you. Awesome story....
Im not sure of who you are personally, but God did bless you. Awesome story..
I hope that every officer is fortunate enough in his/her career to have moments like these, outside the day to day monotony, when we get to truly see what it means to be a public servant.
Thank you for the reminder.
Have a very Merry Christmas, everyone. And come back home safe tonight for your own families.
I was just about ready to resign prior to reading this story. It gives me hope to hold on a little longer. Thanks
I just teared up...wow!
AJC...."DeKalb police chief says new CEO's plans may 'collapse' department".
Sounds to me like these plans would inflate the department. DKPD has too much to do, to worry about how long somebodys grass is, as in code enforcement and the dog pound can almost be run by a smart monkey. Besides, if those entities were gone from the dept., they could not be punnishment destinations for experienced officers. As far as a Public Safety Director. Maybe they think that the chief needs closer supervision. Who knows. Everybody needs a boss. They better get a strong PSD with balls and brains.At least we know for sure that this is our last Christmas with Mr. CEO.Thank God .
Have a very Merry and safe Christmas!!!
Thank you for all that you do for the citizens of Dekalb. You are appreciated!!!
Merry Christmas to all. Special thanks to those who serve during the holidays when all others are off
This is one of the most heart-felt stories I have ever read. Being a former DeKalb public safety employee in the position of paramedic (29 year's of medic experience), I, too,am very empathetic to someone feeling so safe holding the hand of an officer before taking that long journey "home". I feel the same way as you and hope that when my time is near, one of you will be there for me, holding my hand until the end. My tears are still falling...what a wonderful story...and just know that we all love you all here in DeKalb Co., especially THIS person! Be safe.
Yea! Our prayers are finally answered. We were able to survive until Burrell officially became our new CEO at 12:01 A M. Good riddance to you Mr. CEO or now isn't it Ex-Mr. CEO..and would ya' do us all one little favor? Take that little" mini-me" TeBo with you so we can at long last, hold our heads high again in DeKalb County as we watch the morale rise within our police department. You go Burrell! We offer our support to you.
Post a Comment