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A cops christmas eve

Discussion in 'Cop Talk' started by PROSOUTH, Dec 22, 2011.



    Jan 10, 2000
    Middle TN
    This is a Christmas story of the Brotherhood of Law Enforcement Officers and just how far it really goes, the writer is a former police officer with a touching story. I have posted this the last few years and I will probably do it again next year. It may bring a tear to some eyes and yet it may not even affect some of the hard hearts of today’s world. It affects mine every year. Here it goes………. PROSOUTH #430 CCSD

    In 1974 when I first joined the police department, I knew there would be special occasions my family would spend without me. Knowing that fact didn't make the task any easier. The celebrations I missed those first year's depressed me and sometimes made me feel bitter, working on Christmas Eve was always the worst.

    On Christmas Eve in 1977, I learned that blessing can come disguised as misfortune, and honor is more than just a word.
    I was riding one man patrol on the 4x12 shift. The night was cold. Everywhere I looked I saw reminders of the holiday: families packing their cars with presents, beautifully decorated trees in living room windows and roofs adorned with tiny sleighs. It all added to my holiday funk.

    The evening had been relatively quiet; there were calls for barking dogs and a residential false burglar alarm. There was nothing to make the night pass any quicker. I thought of my own family and sunk further into depression.
    Shortly after 2200 hours I got a radio call to the home of a elderly terminally ill man. I parked my patrol car in front of a simple Cape Cod style home. First aid kit in hand, I walked up up the short path to the front door. As I approached, a woman who seamed to be about 80 years old opened the door. "He's in here", she said, leading me to a back bedroom.
    We passed through a living room that was furnished in a style I had come to associate with older people. The sofa had aa afghan blanket draped over its back and a dark, solid Queen Anne chair say next to an unused fireplace. The mantle was cluttered with an eccentric mix of several photos, some ceramic figurines and an antique clock. A floor lamp provided soft lighting.

    We entered a small bedroom where a frail looking man lay in bed with a blanket pulled up to his chin. He wore a blank stare on his ashen, skeletal face. His breathing was shallow and labored. He was barely alive. The trappings of illness lay all around his bed, the nightstand was littered with a large number of pill vials, an oxygen bottle stood nearby, its plastic hose, with face mask attached rested on the blanket.

    I asked the old woman why she called the police. She simply shrugged and nodded sadly toward her husband, indicating it was his request. I looked at him and he stared intently into my eyes. He seemed relaxed now. I didn't understand the sudden calm expression on his face.

    I looked around the room again. A dresser stood along the wall to the left of the bed. On it was the usual memorabilia: ornate perfume bottles, a white porcelain pin case, and a wooden jewelry case. There were also several photos in simple frames. One caught my eye and I walked closer to the dresser for a closer look. The picture showed a young man dressed in a police uniform. It was unmistakably a photo of the man in bed. I knew then why I was there.

    I looked at the old man and he motioned with his hand toward the side of the bed. I walked over and stood beside him. He slid a thin arm from under the covers and took my hand. Soon, I felt his hand go limp, I looked at his face, there was no fear there, I saw only peace.
    He knew he was dying; he was aware his time was very near. I know now that he was afraid of what was about to happen and he wanted the protection of a fellow cop on his journey. A caring God had seen to it that his child would be delivered safely to him. The honor of being his escort fell to me.

    When I left at the end of my tour that night, the temperature seemed to have risen considerably, and all the holiday displays I saw on the way home made me smile.

    I no longer feel sorry for myself for having to work on Christmas Eve. I have chosen an honorable profession. I pray that when it's my turn to leave this world there will be a cop there to hold my hand and remind me that I have nothing to fear.


    1 of Many

    I am One of Many, I am not alone

    I carry the badge and oath of the

    Law Enforcement Brotherhood that protects our Nation

    In the course of my duties

    I must adapt, improvise and overcome

    All obstacles I or my brother may encounter

    My physical training keeps me strong on my streets

    I keep watch over my brother as he does mine

    His life is as valued to me as my own

    With my oath and affirmation

    What I can do I should and with the help of God I will

    Protect and Serve all within our keep

    #430 CCSD

    I wish all of my brother's and sister's who have to work this Christmas Eve all the Joy and warmth of the Season.



    Sep 29, 2005
    Thanks for sharing that story it's a great motivator for those of us who will be working the hollidays!
    Last edited: Dec 23, 2011

  3. LawScholar


    Aug 23, 2011
    My bro is a rookie who'll be working his first Christmas this year. Thanks. :) I'm sending this along.
  4. CJStudent

    CJStudent Fenced In

    Nov 3, 2005
    Never gets old, man. Thanks.


    Jan 10, 2000
    Middle TN
    This reminds me yearly that we are a brotherhood and I'm not just talking about street cops, but all good men are brothers who support and defend the lives within our keep.

    This is the first time in 8 years that I am off Christmas Day and unbelievably Christmas Eve as well. Merry Christmas to all and to all remember what we really stand for. #430

  6. merlynusn


    Nov 16, 2007
    Thanks for posting. I like that one.
  7. ditchdoc24


    Jan 15, 2009
    Thank you for that. I'll remember it when I'm at work tomorrow.
  8. EMTRN


    Oct 21, 2008
    I will also be spending Christmas eve in a patrol car. And yes, this story never gets old.
  9. JC2317


    Oct 7, 2009
    North Carolina
    Wow. Thank You for that, Merry Christmas.
  10. Matt45648


    Jun 6, 2006
    just got off shift.. back in at 4p tomorrow. thank you
  11. kylet


    Sep 13, 2010
    Thank you for sharing... this is my first Christmas in the last couple years not working at the fire hall... and I appreciate all those on duty tonight!

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