I wanted to be a cop because it was a noble profession...still is...but the atmosphere is way different than it was in 1995. My goal was to make a difference in peoples lives. I've done that but not always for the better. There are a few people alive because of me and what ive done. One was about 2 years old when her mother was t-boned by a suspects car we were chasing. She was thrown from the car and had stopped breathing. I saved her...but her mom was obviously dead from the wreck impact. Her brother was wrapped up in sheet metal and had to be extricated. Two of my shift mates quit within a year over that incident. Lately Im hitting the goal in a different way. I try to have a positive impact on the people I work with and supervise. Since 2008 I have made it my mission to teach officers how to survive in today's society. What two of my trainees have learned since 2008 was how to survive the aftermath of two seperate OIS's they were involved in. Those two are still policing strong today. One recently gave the same guidance to one of his subordinates...that one is still being investigated but its a clean shoot. The guy who was with me on my OIS now sells insurance. We speak often and he loves his job and family time.
I look at everyone as a threat until they're no longer a threat. I avoid crowded places simply because I don't trust people. There is always enough stupid going on in crowded places that Im always waiting for the hammer to fall. This puts my wife in an alerted state...which leads to us both being uncomfortable. We just avoid it as it generally makes life easier and less stressful. I also dont trust admin types who are in their position because of who they knew...not what they know. The good-ole-boy system is still in full effect here and it has ruined many a career. Three years and they can have my stuff. I will miss some of the people but there is more that can kiss my ass. It is what it is and I make no apologies for feeling that way.
Being a cop is more than I ever suspected it to be...but I tell my kids to choose another profession. They have seen what this job has done to me and my demeanor. They know the sacrifices because they have had to do things without me there. Its hard as fuck to tell your kid that you cant do this or that because of something bad that has happened at work or because you cant get off. Ever tell your family not to watch the news because of some shit you were involved in? Ive done it a few times. Ever told a family member to get the fuck out of your house because of their opinion on something you did? I have. Ever had to tell your kid why daddy had to shoot someone (someone at their school made me out to be a murderer...how the fuck do you respond to that) ? I have. None of that shit is pretty. Ever had to lie to your kids about why you cant sleep? Ever been Mirandized? Did I mention Im on my third marriage?
Im a salty bastard and I know it. This job has changed me and I dont think it has been for the better. However, I have made good impacts in peoples lives...both citizens and LE. The best comments I have ever received were from my people thanking me for getting them through some emotionally rough shit. No one did it for me so it was trial and error at my expense. All that and Im still trying to be an effective cop by doing small projects within the community I serve...but i keep a keen eye for bullshit from citizens and admin types so that I can hopefully avoid it.
If I had to start over Id be a fireman. People are always glad to see them when they pull up to a call. Besides, they get to sleep at work and shit. Whats not to like about that? 🤣