March 2020 Blues Vol 36 No 3

WHY?
Do We Do What We Do ?
The Final Inspection
The policeman stood and faced
his God. Which must always come
to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you? Have you
always turned the other cheek? To
My church have you been true?”
The policeman squared his shoulders
and said, “No, Lord, I guess I
ain’t. Because those of us who carry
badges can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough;
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
because the streets are awfully
tough.
But I never took a penny that
wasn’t mine to keep…though I’ve
worked a lot of overtime when the
bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear;
and sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve
wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place
among the people here. They never
wanted me around except to calm
their fear.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
it needn’t be so grand. I never expected
or had too much, but if you
don’t…I’ll understand.”
There was silence all around the
throne where the saints had often
trod. As the policeman waited quietly
for the judgment of his God.
“Step forward now, policeman,
you’ve borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven’s
hell.”
Now I’m sure many of you have
heard this prayer. I know myself it’s
been read at a number of fallen
officers funerals I’ve attended. And
perhaps it’s true, some don’t want with an old-style emergency brake.
us around until they need us. Until (you youngsters have no idea what
they’ve been hurt, scared or robbed; I’m even talking about) Anyway,
or comfort them when they’ve been my younger brother and I decided
shot, stabbed or severely hurt in an we were going to drive that beast,
accident. We’re the ones they call. and we did! My brother released the
Not just Cops, but all first responders.
emergency brake, and I took the
wheel and we drove that bad boy
So why do we do the job we do. down the steep driveway, across the
Why do we run towards gun fire, street, up the neighbor’s driveway
when everyone else is running and straight into their garage door.
away? Why do we stand in harm’s BAM…we were driving…and having
way to protect people we don’t our first accident all at once. Needless
even know? And why in God’s name
to say, the popo showed up.
would we run into a burning building
Now I was 5. The only place I saw
when everyone else is trying to coppers was on TV. And they were
get out?
shooting people and throwing bad
Why indeed. Because it’s in our guys in jail. And hauling them off in
DNA. It’s what we were born to do. a paddy wagon. Oh crap! Me and my
Ask most any cop or first responder brother were going to jail!
why they do what they do, and most Well I remember this HPD cop
will say “because it was what I was talking to my dad. Pointing to me
meant to do.” Maybe it was some and my brother. Here it comes,
event in their lives that brought we’re going to jail. He walked over
them face to face with danger and a to us and asked if we were OK. My
cop or fireman saved them. Or a bad brother was hiding his 4-year old
accident as a kid and a paramedic self behind me and I said “Yes Sir.
held their hand while they were cut We are OK. Will you be taking us to
out of a car. Whatever the reason, jail now?” I remember him kneeing
it transformed them. It gave them a down and saying “No son, you won’t
purpose in life that was larger than be going to jail. This is what we call
themselves.
an accident. It’s called that because
For me it came when I was only that’s what it is. An accident. No one
five. My parents had gone to the meant for it to happen, it just does.”
grocery store and when they returned
“This won’t be the first time you’ll
home, my dad had backed be in an accident and probably
the car into the driveway. It was an
streets, you’ve done your time in old car with a manual transmission
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