When God made LEO's
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When God made LEO's
This may have been posted before, but if so i havent seen it......
just a thank you to those who put thier lives on the line so the rest can sleep safe at night. The carreer field with the highest suicide, alcoholism and divorce rate for the 25th year running now.
When God made peace officers
~Anonymous
When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?"
"A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch, and not wrinkle his uniform."
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.
He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and halfeatenmeals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands ... no way."
"It’s not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it’s the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he’d taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners’safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You’ll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can’t," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop...and still it keeps its sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn’t sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace officer. "There’s a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That’s not a leak," said the Lord, "it’s a tear."
"What’s the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said
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just a thank you to those who put thier lives on the line so the rest can sleep safe at night. The carreer field with the highest suicide, alcoholism and divorce rate for the 25th year running now.
When God made peace officers
~Anonymous
When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?"
"A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch, and not wrinkle his uniform."
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.
He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and halfeatenmeals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands ... no way."
"It’s not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it’s the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he’d taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners’safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You’ll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can’t," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop...and still it keeps its sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn’t sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace officer. "There’s a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That’s not a leak," said the Lord, "it’s a tear."
"What’s the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said
http://www.thekansascitychannel.com/...x.html?taf=kc1
Still hits the mark though...and as a gal retired LEO; I wanna see the 6'4" trooper coming to help me, not the pencil thin super model in uniform....sorry to be rude, just my opinion.
I still do counselling for the cops and their families for stress, etc. and the importance of staying within the brotherhood. Hats off to the iron skinned, doing the job with one hand due to political intrusion, and just fighting discrimination every minute of tour duty.... toughest psychological job in the world.
Disneyworld USE to hand out family passes to LEO unions for stress relievers for at risk members. problem? no one would admit their true levels.... ended up being a political perk... ARRRRGH!
see a COP (AND YOU ARE NOT OVER MODIFIED) wave to them, be the one good guy they see today...
rant over- THANKS CHRISR
I still do counselling for the cops and their families for stress, etc. and the importance of staying within the brotherhood. Hats off to the iron skinned, doing the job with one hand due to political intrusion, and just fighting discrimination every minute of tour duty.... toughest psychological job in the world.
Disneyworld USE to hand out family passes to LEO unions for stress relievers for at risk members. problem? no one would admit their true levels.... ended up being a political perk... ARRRRGH!
see a COP (AND YOU ARE NOT OVER MODIFIED) wave to them, be the one good guy they see today...
rant over- THANKS CHRISR
Well, I've never seen the above quotation. Thanks for passing it along. Yes, I've waved Hi, at passing police cars, got some funny looks back. Perhaps there's not enough "Hi's" going on. I, for one, will keep saying "Hi". Same with firefighters, and military and, well, you get the point.
The Final Inspection
Author: Author Unknown
The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hopes his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord I guess I ain't.
Because those who carry badges
can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough...
And sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough.
But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked alot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm there fear.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't... i understand."
There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for he judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
You've done your time in hell."
Author: Author Unknown
The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hopes his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord I guess I ain't.
Because those who carry badges
can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough...
And sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough.
But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked alot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm there fear.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't... i understand."
There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for he judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
You've done your time in hell."
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