Something so true , I had to share it ... R.I.P Fallen Heroes(Policeman/women)and their families! I’m a South African Cop – Try standing in my shoes I am not just a policeman; I am a South African Policeman. When you put on your pyjamas, I put on my uniform, my bulletproof vest and I arm myself. While you are sleeping I patrol your neighbourhood and my loved ones lay awake wondering if I will come home again after my shift. When you become a victim of crime it is my fault, because unlike you I don’t have the ability to be at more than one place at a time. While you enjoy yourself watching soapies or sport, I’m out there experiencing events that are outside the range of the normal human experience, events that would shatter and markedly distress you. While you walk with your lover into a romantic sunset, I dwell in the twilight zone of human nature. While you reading a book on athlete’s foot I’m trying to make sense of a note found on the scene of a teenage suicide. While you watching a strip show, I’m attending a post mortem. The body on the slab could be someone you know. While you are busy playing darts and manicuring your nails, my partner is shot, bleeding to death next to me. While you are picking your nose, just because you have nothing else to do, I’m picking up body parts after yet another horrific traffic accident. While you busy gambling in the casino, I’m trying to make ends meet with my lousy salary. Oh, sorry, of course you pay my salary, but I also pay tax you know and unlike yours, my salary cannot be spent in the casino- it’s just too little. If you come into the charge office you expect me to jump to attention, speak in tongues and drool on your shoes. Yet if I ask you something you tell me to get a warrant or speak to your lawyer. If you go into a state of dementia because your PC broke down and you go crazy and kill your boss, you expect me to sweet talk you: “sir, please hand me the gun, one should never take more hostages than one actually needs, Please sir.” Yet I’m not allowed to crack after seeing mutilated bodies of woman and children. If your poodle gets mauled by your neighbour’s terrier you demand justice. Yet if my police dog just rips the clothing of a robber you cry “POLICE BRUTALITY!” sometimes I find you passed out in your car next to the roadside, too drunk to drive and you ask me “what seems to be the problem officer? Do you think I’m Thunk?” I see to it that you get home safely. Later when you sober you forget how lucky you were. When I arrest you for shoplifting, you tell me you are sorry and that I should rather be arresting violent criminals. Once we are alone you try to bribe me with R200, yet you stole a torch battery!! Your attic is stacked with cash, yet you say “I’m sorry officer, my kids have no food” do your kids eat batteries? Why don’t you steal bread!? If you suffer from stress and depression, you blame it on your genes, if I do, you say to me “you are weak and can’t cope”. When your boss notices you are stressed out he forces you to take leave, I have to beg my boss for one lousy day! You blame stress on the rat race, I have to deal with the rat race and the people who can’t of just won’t understand. I DARE YOU TRY STANDING IN MY SHOES: YOU WILL STUMBLE IN MY FOOTSTEPS – KTF/Kriban
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 08:43:04 +0000
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