Occasionally, I sift through my old journal entries. Perhaps I find one that should be published. Many times, I've stuck my nose in there and either shake my head or start giggling at the memories.
I have been reflecting on what police work was and what it has come to be. It certainly is a different time. I'm wiser. I have grown out of that impermeable shield I thought I had. I was pretty arrogant at times when it came to my confidence of walking into danger without being killed or at least jumped.
Today I may approach things a lot different. There is one thing to keep in mind that has changed. People did not believe it right or the norm to attack cops, ambush them, or even physically push the badge. Well, that was mostly true, unless they were running from the law, high, drunk, or stupid. They were not your average sober person who all of sudden feels rage at the blue.
There were fights, runners, and people talking back or flat out refusing orders. Sure, I had many tussles. But, only once or twice did I think they wanted to kill me. People look at cops differently. Violence is real. So when you read this story, know it was a different time and I might have been a little bit stupid.
the link here. Enjoy.