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The Police Stories...
There are approximately forty people who lose their lives in this book.
Those stories, as well as the other police stories, have their own reason for
As you read, you will notice that seldom are last names given for the people in
The reason is because the stories in this book are not hypothetical stories
hypothetical people. The stories told in this book are real stories about real
and the names used, ...are their real names.
( Website note:
(See also#12; "Police
Stories" on#12; Home Page)
(or"Warrior Stories" on above bar)
They say it takes a special kind of person to do police work. Some call us
crazy. Some call us
adrenalin junkies. Perhaps there is some truth to those statements. After all,
how else do you explain why cops seem to be drawn to danger like a moth is drawn
to a flame. How else do you explain why 90% of the police officers who are shot,
are shot in the front as they are fighting with their suspect instead of shot in
the back as they are running away. But I believe there is more to it than these
simple explanations. I believe the desire to help others is strong inside us.
It’s usually overlooked by others, yet oddly enough, the “desire to help
others” is the number one answer given on recruit oral boards to the question,
“Why do you want to become a cop.”
“We have within us a desire to do what is right. No matter what incident you see
out there, [even] when an officer loses control, internally, most law
officers have a compelling need to do what is right.”
Earl Morris, Utah State Police
Like all police officers, I’ve had a wide variety of experiences in my career.
I’ve been in four police officer involved shootings, several high speed
pursuits, rolled in the street fighting with suspects as passers by looked on,
kicked in front doors, ran inside and fought with raging husbands and more.
There have been times when I was extremely scared and once I almost ran through
a plate glass window, just to get away from a crowd I thought was going to kill
me. All those experiences left their own mark in my character.
But to be honest with you, those stories don’t mean very much to me. I don’t
talk about them to
other people and seldom have I even bothered to tell my family about them. The
stories I’ve told in this book are some of my personal experiences that have
significant meaning to me and have affected my life for the better.
Like the time when it was my Friday and I was scrambling to get all my paperwork
done so I could go home on time. I was parked alongside the road, trying to
avoid everyone when suddenly in my window there appeared the face of a small
boy. He was wearing a baseball hat. The bill of his hat was crooked on his head
and it was turned up. He began pointing down the street and saying,
“Bucky keeps taking my hat and pushing me down!”
“Some problem”, I thought! The kid kept pointing down the street and telling me
about Bucky. I ignored him as best I could, hoping he would just go away. As he kept talking,
my half of the
conversation sounded like this, “...Uh huh. ....He did? ....Hmmmm!” But the
little kid wouldn’t take the hint and leave. He just stayed there, continuing
As he was talking, I was thinking; “...Kid, don’t bug me! ...Can’t you see I’m
busy? ...Take your little two cent problem and go someplace else!” But the
little boy persisted in asking my help. So finally I decided I had to tell him
that I was just too busy to help him. After all, this was a problem for his
mother. So I turned to the kid, and as I did, suddenly the expression on his
face hit me. I could tell by the look in his eye and the expression on his face,
that this was just the biggest problem in the whole world to this kid! The fact
that Bucky kept taking his hat and pushing him down! As I looked into his eyes,
I couldn’t help but think of all the times I had gone to the Lord with: just the
biggest problem in the whole world! And what if the Lord had told me,
“Kid, ...don’t bug me! ...Can’t you see I’m busy?
...Take your little two cent problem and go someplace else!”
As remembrance flowed into my mind, slowly my attitude changed about this boy
and his problems.
My feelings of impatience and apathy were replaced with humbleness and
understanding. So I looked
back over at that kid, gave him a smile and said, “Son, what’s your name?” He
said, “C. J.” So I put
my paper work down, set my clipboard aside and said, “Well C. J., let’s you and
me go over to
Did I do any good? I don’t know! I changed districts and never saw those two
boys again. But I’ll
never forget the look on C. J.’s face because I have seen it on my own face many
times as I have gone
to the Lord in prayer,
with just the biggest problem in the whole world!
“My sister-in-law, who is not a member of the Church, once said as we were
talking about religion, ‘There are many different religions in the world because
have so many different opinions and beliefs. It’s good that people can choose a
goes along with their opinions and beliefs.’ My answer to her was, ‘Truth is
of the opinions of men. Truth is unaffected by opinion. It is our duty to find
the truth and
then to change our opinions, beliefs and our very lives, to conform to the
I believe my answer was inspired.”
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