Training does not prepare you for the real world, just the circumstances. On duty for only six months I drew the short straw and had to perform the worst job in the world. Parking the squad car in front of the nice suburban home, we walked to the front door and rang the bell. The door opened and when the lady saw me standing there in my uniform the tears welled in her eyes anticipating what I had to say.
“She’s not answering her phone, is she injured?” she asked.
My expression provided the answer and she wailed loudly.
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Doug Caldwell
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