When I was younger, for various reasons, I didn't trust the police. At some point I even hated them. So, from the age of about 7 or 8 I trusted almost no one. Until I was about 20...
At this time of my life I was still drunk and high. On this particular morning it was my day off so I was sleeping in. Until I heard a massive
BANG
and the yelling voices of people running through my house. Before I could figure out what anyone was saying or what the hell that noise was...or even pull the covers off myself. My door flew open with two men pointing guns at me yelling all sorts of stuff I couldn't comprehend at that stage. Next thing I knew I was on the ground with my hands being cuffed behind my back with the police asking if there was anyone else in the room or anywhere else in the house. Specifically a little girl about 5 years old...
Apparently someone had anonymously called the police saying a little girl had been dragged into my house fighting and screaming. Later I found out it was an angry ex of mine that made that call (I attract the crazies). The most important thing I eventually learned about this event was that about 10 minutes after my ex made that call, I was already in handcuffs being questioned by the police. As I was laying there contorted on the ground. Hands cuffed with guns pointing at me. Police storming my house searching for some poor little girl...all I could do was smile. For the first time in my life I saw the police doing something right. They didn't hesitate for a second when they thought an innocent child was in danger. They were willing to do anything in their power to make sure they got to her before any harm could be done.
The first thing I did when they un-cuffed me was shake their hands and thank them for what they did...they gave me hope! (also broken doors and a few bruises)
You had so much more grace in that situation than I ever would, Sophie. I can't believe that happened to you -- are you going to write a memoir someday? 'Cause you got some killer material, mama.
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Tolly
I don't know about grace...I was just glad they were so ruthless in that situation. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if someone stole my daughter.
ReplyDeleteEven though it happened to me, I find it hard to believe too.
Someone else asked me if I was going to write a book/memoir recently. Even though I've heard people have gained something from what I've written here. I don't think I could write anything well enough to be put anywhere but here in this humble little blog...
Sophie! that is crazy! You have so many crazy stories. I love hearing about them! haha
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