Boring story———
This morning, I had to go to the bank. Beside the bank is a Starbucks, so I will usually grab a cup to go. On the way home, I decided to drive down to the fruit farm we generally visit to buy some fresh sweet corn and peaches. It’s only about an 8 mile drive into the country. I saw this well groomed man on the side of the road with his car and the hood was up. I also noticed that he had an out of state license plate. We don‘t see this much anymore with cell phones now, people will usually just call someone they know.
I felt compelled to stop. You know how it is; old habits are hard to break. He said that his car just stopped and wouldn’t start again. I told him there was a garage a few miles down the road and I could drop him there. He agreed and got in my SUV. He noticed my badge on the dash (actually, it’s only a decal), and we spoke about it for a moment when he said how ironic this was. I told him that I didn’t understand. He said he was a cop from NYC and last night, he had enough and decided to just throw in the towel, went back to his apartment, packed a bag and headed south. He had no idea where he was going. I knew (or thought I did) that he was either suffering from a breakdown of some type or was having a PTSD moment.
It was then that I asked him if he called the hotline. (We (Cops) have a hotline we can call when life is closing in on us.) He said no. I pulled over at a restaurant I frequent now and then and we went inside. We sat there for just over an hour talking about most everything. When we were finished, he had decided to go back home and speak with a Counselor. I think talking helped him. He was really having difficulty dealing with all that’s going on in the city. I think talking to his Counselor will be a big help for him.
We never know what some people are going through.
This morning, I had to go to the bank. Beside the bank is a Starbucks, so I will usually grab a cup to go. On the way home, I decided to drive down to the fruit farm we generally visit to buy some fresh sweet corn and peaches. It’s only about an 8 mile drive into the country. I saw this well groomed man on the side of the road with his car and the hood was up. I also noticed that he had an out of state license plate. We don‘t see this much anymore with cell phones now, people will usually just call someone they know.
I felt compelled to stop. You know how it is; old habits are hard to break. He said that his car just stopped and wouldn’t start again. I told him there was a garage a few miles down the road and I could drop him there. He agreed and got in my SUV. He noticed my badge on the dash (actually, it’s only a decal), and we spoke about it for a moment when he said how ironic this was. I told him that I didn’t understand. He said he was a cop from NYC and last night, he had enough and decided to just throw in the towel, went back to his apartment, packed a bag and headed south. He had no idea where he was going. I knew (or thought I did) that he was either suffering from a breakdown of some type or was having a PTSD moment.
It was then that I asked him if he called the hotline. (We (Cops) have a hotline we can call when life is closing in on us.) He said no. I pulled over at a restaurant I frequent now and then and we went inside. We sat there for just over an hour talking about most everything. When we were finished, he had decided to go back home and speak with a Counselor. I think talking helped him. He was really having difficulty dealing with all that’s going on in the city. I think talking to his Counselor will be a big help for him.
We never know what some people are going through.
..but pray tell what is an e-check place ?
and I’ll supply pizza, pasta, and ice cream for lunch. We will eat the ice cream first. Then the pasta and pizza, more ice cream, sit on my tiny patio in my plastic patio chairs and direct my husband to the work we want him to finish.
