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Drgnracin72 · November 2nd, 2007, 02:07 AM

apprently this town has a lot of issues with thier police force, they are mean, they dont care...etc..the usaul complaints.

one officer decided to fire back.

"I am a cop.
That means that the pains and joys of my personal life are often muted by my work. I resent the intrusion but I confuse myself with my job almost as often as you do.

The label "police officer" creates a false image of who I really am. Sometimes I feel like I'm floating between two worlds. My work is not just protecting and serving. It's preserving that buffer that exists in the space between what you think the world is, and what the world really is. My job isn't like television. The action is less frequent, and more graphic. It is not exhilarating to point a gun at someone. Pooled blood has a disgusting metallic smell and steams a little when the temperature drops. CPR isn't an instant miracle and it's no fun listening to an elderly grandmother's ribs break while I keep her heart beating.

I'm not flattered by your curiosity about my work. I don't keep a record of which incident was the most frightening, or the strangest, or the bloodiest, or even the funniest. I don't tell you about my day because I don't want to share the images that haunt me.

But I do have some confessions to make:

Sometimes my stereo is too loud. Andrea Boccelli's voice makes it easier to forget the wasted body of the young man who died alone in a rented room because his family feared the stigma of AIDS. Beethoven's 9th symphony erases the sight of the nurses who sobbed as they scrubbed layers of dirt and slime from a neglected 2-year-old's skin. The Rolling Stones' angry beat assures me that it was ignorance that drove a young mother to draw blood when she bit her toddler on the cheek in an attempt to teach him not to bite.

Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed limit on my way home from work because I had trouble shedding the adrenalin that kicked in when I discovered that the man I handcuffed during a drug raid was sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol.

Sometimes I seem rude. I was distracted and forgot to smile when you greeted me in the store because I was remembering the anguished, whispered confession of a teenager who pushed away his drowning brother to save his own life.

Sometimes I'm not as sympathetic as you'd like. I'm not concerned that your 15-year-old daughter is dating an 18-year-old because I just comforted the parents of a young man who slashed his own throat while they slept in the next bedroom.

I was terse on the phone because I resented the burden of having to weigh the value of two lives when I was pointing my gun at an armed man who kept begging me to kill him.

I laugh when you cringe away from the mess in your teen's room because I know the revulsion of feeling a heroin addict's blood trickling toward an open cut on my arm.

If I was silent when you whined about your overbearing mother it's because I really wanted to tell you that I spoke to one of our high school friends today. I found her mother slumped behind the wheel of her car in a tightly closed garage. She had dressed in her best outfit before rolling down the windows and starting the engine.

On the other hand, if I seem totally oblivious to the blood on my uniform, or the names people call me, or the hateful editorials, it's because I am remembering the lessons my job has taught me.

I learned not to sweat the small stuff. Grape juice on the beige sofa and puppy pee on the oriental carpet don't faze me because I know what arterial bleeding and decaying bodies can do to one's decor.

I learned when to shut out the world and take a mental health day. I skipped your daughter's 4th birthday party because I was thinking about the six children under the age of 10 whose mother left them unattended to go out with a friend. When the 3-year-old offered the dog the milk from her cereal bowl, the dog attacked her, tearing open her head and staining the sandbox with blood. The little girl's siblings had to pry her head out of the dog's jaws - twice.

I learned that everyone has a lesson to teach me. Two mothers engaged in custody battles taught me not to judge a book by its cover. The teenage mother on welfare mustered the strength to refrain from crying in front of her worried child while the well-dressed, upper-class mother literally played tug of war with her toddler before running into traffic with the shrieking child in her arms.

I learned that nothing given from the heart is truly gone. A hug, a smile, a reassuring word, or an attentive ear can bring an injured or distraught person back to the surface, and help me refocus.

And I learned not to give up EVER! That split second of terror when I think I have finally engaged the one who is young enough and strong enough to take me down taught me that I have only one restriction: my own mortality.

One week in May has been set aside as Police Memorial Week, a time to remember those officers who didn't make it home after their shift. But why wait?

Take a moment to tell an officer that you appreciate their work. Smile and say "Hi" when he's getting coffee. Bite your tongue when you start to tell a "bad cop" story. Better yet, find the time to tell a "good cop" story. The family at the next table may be a cop's family.

Nothing given from the heart is truly gone. It is kept in the hearts of the recipients. Give from the heart. Give something back to the officers who risk everything they have."

"Loyalty above all else, except honor..."

Drgnracin72 · November 2nd, 2007, 02:11 AM

this is why i taske up for every "bad cop" stroy someone tries to tell on this website.

MSO · November 2nd, 2007, 02:11 AM

JBIGBOOTSY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:13 AM

That was a 7 course meal of food for thought......I'm full.

Tony_90fox · November 2nd, 2007, 02:16 AM

I like most pigs. lol

Drick · November 2nd, 2007, 02:20 AM

WAR-PARTY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:21 AM

Having been a cop for several years after I retired form the Navy I can roger up on most of that shit......i.e. Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed limit on my way home from work because I had trouble shedding the adrenalin that kicked in when I discovered that the man I handcuffed during a routine traffic stop was sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol, with one in the tube, hammer back, and the safety off. I walked it off, other wise I'd beaten the little 17yoa fuck to death! That my friends is as they say a "No shitter" And all for 28K a year

JBIGBOOTSY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:25 AM

You forgot a few.

Bringing comfort to a lost child.

Seeing someone give you the look of genuine respect, not for what you CAN do, but for what you've DONE.

Being at the right place at the right time to stop a crime.

Going a career with out ever having to fire your weapon.

Going to bed at night knowing that what you do makes a diffrence, large or small.

The list of pros is just as long as the cons.

MustangMatt96GT · November 2nd, 2007, 02:30 AM

great post

TheUNZippee! · November 2nd, 2007, 02:32 AM

Awesome post man. I can relate a little bit having seen a few things I wish I'd never seen. That shit changes you.

WAR-PARTY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:33 AM

Originally Posted by JBIGBOOTSY

You forgot a few.

Bringing comfort to a lost child.

Seeing someone give you the look of genuine respect, not for what you CAN do, but for what you've DONE.

Being at the right place at the right time to stop a crime.

Going a career with out ever having to fire your weapon.

Going to bed at night knowing that what you do makes a diffrence, large or small.

The list of pros is just as long as the cons.

The good side of the coin and it out weighs all the evil shit!

WAR-PARTY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:38 AM

http://www.nleomf.com/index.htm

JBIGBOOTSY · November 2nd, 2007, 02:41 AM

Fo sure. I'm not a cop, but damn near all my friends and family are.
I've often wished I had joined the force, not for car chase, bang bang, type of shit. Just to have that feeling of knowing you help make the world a little better.

GTblackprodigy · November 2nd, 2007, 02:48 AM

im going to be honest..im going to college to be a cop..i tend not to say it here because people here sometimes act like they hate cops..but i think police officers do more than what people think...im almost done with school..soon after im joining LAPD...its been my dream to be cop and its the career i know im meant for

Jucostud · November 2nd, 2007, 02:53 AM

Originally Posted by WAR-PARTY

And all for 28K a year

The cops in my area start out at 53K. I've thought several times about doing it.

BWAL · November 2nd, 2007, 02:56 AM

damn, i wasn't gonna read that at first cause it looks long and i am really sleepy, but im glad i did.. that shit's pretty deep...

GTblackprodigy · November 2nd, 2007, 02:58 AM

LAPD starts you off at 55k..more if you go to school..but thats not counting overtime...most cops actually make 100k more..you just gotta be willing to work...also when you retire your pention is 90% of what you grossed your best year..i had a girl talk to me said she made 100K+ in a think her first or second year and is making more each year.... so in other words..if she made 100K her best year...her pention is going to be 90K a year...plus not to mention you get full benefits...i think its a good career to get into ...

BWAL · November 2nd, 2007, 02:58 AM

Originally Posted by GTblackprodigy

im going to be honest..im going to college to be a cop..i tend not to say it here because people here sometimes act like they hate cops..but i think police officers do more than what people think...im almost done with school..soon after im joining LAPD...its been my dream to be cop and its the career i know im meant for

i dont know man.. if you'd ditch your day job to go out and ride go-karts, i don't know if you have what it takes to be a cop..

GTblackprodigy · November 2nd, 2007, 03:01 AM

Originally Posted by BWAL09

Originally Posted by GTblackprodigy

im going to be honest..im going to college to be a cop..i tend not to say it here because people here sometimes act like they hate cops..but i think police officers do more than what people think...im almost done with school..soon after im joining LAPD...its been my dream to be cop and its the career i know im meant for

i dont know man.. if you'd ditch your day job to go out and ride go-karts, i don't know if you have what it takes to be a cop..

its suppose to be my part-time job..they just work me 48 hours a week..and if you read my last post on that thread you'll see i stated i decided not to call off :wink

WAR-PARTY · November 2nd, 2007, 03:02 AM

Originally Posted by GTblackprodigy

im going to be honest..im going to college to be a cop..i tend not to say it here because people here sometimes act like they hate cops..but i think police officers do more than what people think...im almost done with school..soon after im joining LAPD...its been my dream to be cop and its the career i know im meant for

Good on ya bro!

November 2nd, 2007, 02:07 AM	#1
Drgnracin72 I Post Entirely Way Too Much Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: somewhere in oklahoma Posts: 10,638 iTrader: 2 reviews	from a community message board............. apprently this town has a lot of issues with thier police force, they are mean, they dont care...etc..the usaul complaints. one officer decided to fire back. "I am a cop. That means that the pains and joys of my personal life are often muted by my work. I resent the intrusion but I confuse myself with my job almost as often as you do. The label "police officer" creates a false image of who I really am. Sometimes I feel like I'm floating between two worlds. My work is not just protecting and serving. It's preserving that buffer that exists in the space between what you think the world is, and what the world really is. My job isn't like television. The action is less frequent, and more graphic. It is not exhilarating to point a gun at someone. Pooled blood has a disgusting metallic smell and steams a little when the temperature drops. CPR isn't an instant miracle and it's no fun listening to an elderly grandmother's ribs break while I keep her heart beating. I'm not flattered by your curiosity about my work. I don't keep a record of which incident was the most frightening, or the strangest, or the bloodiest, or even the funniest. I don't tell you about my day because I don't want to share the images that haunt me. But I do have some confessions to make: Sometimes my stereo is too loud. Andrea Boccelli's voice makes it easier to forget the wasted body of the young man who died alone in a rented room because his family feared the stigma of AIDS. Beethoven's 9th symphony erases the sight of the nurses who sobbed as they scrubbed layers of dirt and slime from a neglected 2-year-old's skin. The Rolling Stones' angry beat assures me that it was ignorance that drove a young mother to draw blood when she bit her toddler on the cheek in an attempt to teach him not to bite. Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed limit on my way home from work because I had trouble shedding the adrenalin that kicked in when I discovered that the man I handcuffed during a drug raid was sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol. Sometimes I seem rude. I was distracted and forgot to smile when you greeted me in the store because I was remembering the anguished, whispered confession of a teenager who pushed away his drowning brother to save his own life. Sometimes I'm not as sympathetic as you'd like. I'm not concerned that your 15-year-old daughter is dating an 18-year-old because I just comforted the parents of a young man who slashed his own throat while they slept in the next bedroom. I was terse on the phone because I resented the burden of having to weigh the value of two lives when I was pointing my gun at an armed man who kept begging me to kill him. I laugh when you cringe away from the mess in your teen's room because I know the revulsion of feeling a heroin addict's blood trickling toward an open cut on my arm. If I was silent when you whined about your overbearing mother it's because I really wanted to tell you that I spoke to one of our high school friends today. I found her mother slumped behind the wheel of her car in a tightly closed garage. She had dressed in her best outfit before rolling down the windows and starting the engine. On the other hand, if I seem totally oblivious to the blood on my uniform, or the names people call me, or the hateful editorials, it's because I am remembering the lessons my job has taught me. I learned not to sweat the small stuff. Grape juice on the beige sofa and puppy pee on the oriental carpet don't faze me because I know what arterial bleeding and decaying bodies can do to one's decor. I learned when to shut out the world and take a mental health day. I skipped your daughter's 4th birthday party because I was thinking about the six children under the age of 10 whose mother left them unattended to go out with a friend. When the 3-year-old offered the dog the milk from her cereal bowl, the dog attacked her, tearing open her head and staining the sandbox with blood. The little girl's siblings had to pry her head out of the dog's jaws - twice. I learned that everyone has a lesson to teach me. Two mothers engaged in custody battles taught me not to judge a book by its cover. The teenage mother on welfare mustered the strength to refrain from crying in front of her worried child while the well-dressed, upper-class mother literally played tug of war with her toddler before running into traffic with the shrieking child in her arms. I learned that nothing given from the heart is truly gone. A hug, a smile, a reassuring word, or an attentive ear can bring an injured or distraught person back to the surface, and help me refocus. And I learned not to give up EVER! That split second of terror when I think I have finally engaged the one who is young enough and strong enough to take me down taught me that I have only one restriction: my own mortality. One week in May has been set aside as Police Memorial Week, a time to remember those officers who didn't make it home after their shift. But why wait? Take a moment to tell an officer that you appreciate their work. Smile and say "Hi" when he's getting coffee. Bite your tongue when you start to tell a "bad cop" story. Better yet, find the time to tell a "good cop" story. The family at the next table may be a cop's family. Nothing given from the heart is truly gone. It is kept in the hearts of the recipients. Give from the heart. Give something back to the officers who risk everything they have." "Loyalty above all else, except honor..." __________________ RIP ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical, liberal minority and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end. One Big Ass Mistake America SHEEPDOGS

November 2nd, 2007, 02:11 AM	#2
Drgnracin72 I Post Entirely Way Too Much Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: somewhere in oklahoma Posts: 10,638 iTrader: 2 reviews	this is why i taske up for every "bad cop" stroy someone tries to tell on this website. __________________ RIP ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical, liberal minority and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end. One Big Ass Mistake America SHEEPDOGS

November 2nd, 2007, 02:11 AM	#3
MSO Banned Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: アメリカ Posts: 5,954 iTrader: 0 reviews	__________________ [SIGPIC][/SIGPIC] [SIZE="5"][FONT="Arial Black"]OBEY THE FACE![/FONT][/SIZE] Edited By Moderator. Next time will be a ban.

November 2nd, 2007, 02:13 AM	#4
JBIGBOOTSY MM Fanatic 1990 LX hatch Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Hobart Indiana Posts: 4,392 iTrader: 0 reviews	That was a 7 course meal of food for thought......I'm full. __________________ Bolt-on Abraham Lincoln Log motor. With extra wiring.

November 2nd, 2007, 02:16 AM	#5
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November 2nd, 2007, 02:20 AM	#6
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November 2nd, 2007, 02:21 AM	#7
WAR-PARTY Hardcore Enthusiast 2001 YUGO GT Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: GOAT LOCKER PENSACOLA FL Posts: 1,701 Blog Entries: 1 iTrader: 0 reviews	Having been a cop for several years after I retired form the Navy I can roger up on most of that shit......i.e. Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed limit on my way home from work because I had trouble shedding the adrenalin that kicked in when I discovered that the man I handcuffed during a routine traffic stop was sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol, with one in the tube, hammer back, and the safety off. I walked it off, other wise I'd beaten the little 17yoa fuck to death! That my friends is as they say a "No shitter" And all for 28K a year __________________ How I met my wife! Our first date...

November 2nd, 2007, 02:25 AM	#8
JBIGBOOTSY MM Fanatic 1990 LX hatch Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Hobart Indiana Posts: 4,392 iTrader: 0 reviews	You forgot a few. Bringing comfort to a lost child. Seeing someone give you the look of genuine respect, not for what you CAN do, but for what you've DONE. Being at the right place at the right time to stop a crime. Going a career with out ever having to fire your weapon. Going to bed at night knowing that what you do makes a diffrence, large or small. The list of pros is just as long as the cons. __________________ Bolt-on Abraham Lincoln Log motor. With extra wiring.

November 2nd, 2007, 02:30 AM	#9
MustangMatt96GT Proud American 1996 Mustang GT 10.76 @ 122 with d/a of 8365 ft Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: Lakewood, CO Posts: 10,167 iTrader: 3 reviews	great post __________________ RIP Travis Billings Special Thanks to: Andrews Racing Transmissions Baseline Suspensions Blown Small Block Ford with a hole in the block. 9.5 Dart Block 400 CI being saved for. Just because you can fuck a cactus doesn't mean you should. Never Lift Racecars

November 2nd, 2007, 02:32 AM	#10
TheUNZippee! Moderator Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: Canada Posts: 61,816 Blog Entries: 1 iTrader: 0 reviews	Awesome post man. I can relate a little bit having seen a few things I wish I'd never seen. That shit changes you. __________________

November 2nd, 2007, 02:38 AM	#12
WAR-PARTY Hardcore Enthusiast 2001 YUGO GT Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: GOAT LOCKER PENSACOLA FL Posts: 1,701 Blog Entries: 1 iTrader: 0 reviews	http://www.nleomf.com/index.htm __________________ How I met my wife! Our first date...

November 2nd, 2007, 02:41 AM	#13
JBIGBOOTSY MM Fanatic 1990 LX hatch Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Hobart Indiana Posts: 4,392 iTrader: 0 reviews	Fo sure. I'm not a cop, but damn near all my friends and family are. I've often wished I had joined the force, not for car chase, bang bang, type of shit. Just to have that feeling of knowing you help make the world a little better. __________________ Bolt-on Abraham Lincoln Log motor. With extra wiring.

November 2nd, 2007, 02:48 AM	#14
GTblackprodigy Enthusiast 2001 Camaro z28 Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: southern cali Posts: 610 iTrader: 0 reviews	im going to be honest..im going to college to be a cop..i tend not to say it here because people here sometimes act like they hate cops..but i think police officers do more than what people think...im almost done with school..soon after im joining LAPD...its been my dream to be cop and its the career i know im meant for __________________ -November Birthday Club- 2001 Mustang GT(sold but not forgotten) 2001 Camaro Z28 332rwhp (on mustang dyno) -The bullshit stops once my right foot drops dont forget to REP me!!

November 2nd, 2007, 02:58 AM	#17
GTblackprodigy Enthusiast 2001 Camaro z28 Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: southern cali Posts: 610 iTrader: 0 reviews	LAPD starts you off at 55k..more if you go to school..but thats not counting overtime...most cops actually make 100k more..you just gotta be willing to work...also when you retire your pention is 90% of what you grossed your best year..i had a girl talk to me said she made 100K+ in a think her first or second year and is making more each year.... so in other words..if she made 100K her best year...her pention is going to be 90K a year...plus not to mention you get full benefits...i think its a good career to get into ... __________________ -November Birthday Club- 2001 Mustang GT(sold but not forgotten) 2001 Camaro Z28 332rwhp (on mustang dyno) -The bullshit stops once my right foot drops dont forget to REP me!!

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