My ex-husband dreamed of being a cop since he was in high school but things did not work out that way as we got married and he had a family to support. He got a job offer to go to Alaska for a year to build a shingle mill. He was and is today an excellent welder. We thought it would be an adventure, one year in Alaska. One of our best friends from Oregon already worked there and is who got him the job. We were living on the farm in a trailer helping my folks after my dad got hurt and he had just leased the farm out so now was a good time before he found another job.
Off to Alaska we went. We had been there a year and were thinking of coming home when an ad in the paper said they were looking for applicants for the police department and the old dream surfaced. He applied for the job and got it which is a story in itself.
He was so proud of his uniform, he spit shined it, his pants had to be altered where it hit his boots with one wrinkle etc. His dream was coming true. He was going to save the world. He was going to make a difference. Now keep in mind this is a small town guy we are talking about. I am not sure he had faced the way the world had become at this point in his life.
He started with his Sergeant as his training officer and a fire in his heart to help people.
I don’t know how long it was before he got his first call of a domestic. He did not believe in hitting a woman for any reason. Now here was a call he could be that knight in shinning armor.
The coastal town we lived in was built right on a steep hill side. The main street was built on pilings in the ocean and a lot of the side streets were actually stairs that people had to carry their stuff up sometimes for blocks. One of these streets was where the domestic was occurring, a block up the stairs.
Up the stairs they flew that knight in his quest to save the day. When he got to the landing a man had a woman against the wall just beating the tar out of her. My ex’s fight mode was in full force, he grabbed the guy and yanked him off the woman spinning him around and throwing him against the wall and penning him there reaching around for his handcuffs. All of a sudden a person was on his back, hitting, biting, yelling “leave my husband alone” The guys is trying to get loose, he has a 160 pound woman on his back pulling his hair, biting, kicking and a 225 pound mad man on the front side. Holding onto the man for dear life and trying to shake the woman off he stepped off the landing and down the stairs all three of them go bowling over the Sergeant who was still rushing up the stairs. This call was over in just a couple of minutes that seemed like hours.
After they had both of them in handcuffs and my husband is still confused as to why that woman was mad at him, the Sergeant was still puffing hard explains that domestics are one of the most dangerous calls a cop can go on and that you can never trust the spouse not to support the other one no matter how bad he has beat her…first lesson learned the hard way as rolling down a flight of stairs with two people mad at you fighting is not an easy landing. He was just lucky that he was in such good shape and was so strong or this call could very well have ended much worse.
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