To be fair to the cops--they never know what they're going to be facing.
I was thinking the same thing. Just yesterday, we had a sheriff's deputy serve a misdemeanor warrant at an apartment complex not too far from me. The guy being served came out of the door shooting, endangering passersby and injuring the deputy. Then he barricaded himself inside his apartment. The police finally talked him out by offering him a cigarette.
The police finally talked him out by offering him a cigarette.
yet another lesson on the dangers of smoking. You should never be so desperate for a cigarette that you succumb to arrest to get one. Or, make sure that you always have at least a pack in the house.
He's given up calling hotlines when in a bad depression place because, he says, they just feel scripted, and if the conversation gets too involved, they'll tell you to call 911.
It's such a sad truth that real, compassionate human contact is sometimes hard to come by...especially in any kind of organized 'system.'
I hate that we have grown into a CYA culture that makes it so hard for people to get what they need, but have no better idea of what to do. Thank goodness, I have a list of 'saves' long enough to soften the blow of the many 'fails.'
Luckily we were able to talk him into reaching out again. He went to the pastor of a church he used to go to and the pastor listened for an hour. He seems to feel better.
You should never be so desperate for a cigarette that you succumb to arrest to get one.
So true!
It's weird the way one's weather expectations change. The sun's mostly out, so I can look at the thermometer and says "Hm, 28 degrees, not so bad I guess. And hey, it's going to be in the mid-30s this week! Balmy!"
That IS the message!
See, he didn't misconstrue it. It's all good!
Next year I think you should get him a giant cuttlefish. They have a habit of cross-dressing, which the females find very sexy.
Plus they are wicked smart.
Yay, beth, for the interview going well! Fingers crossed!
Just put Dylan to bed an hour early for whining at the dinner table. Note to child: Mommy is not a fucking short order cook. You decide what we're having for dinner when you are old enough to make it yourself. In the meantime, shut up and eat or face the damn consequences.
Remind me again why I wanted to go through this phase TWICE???
I usually go back and forth among three different radio stations as I'm driving. Three is generally enough that, at any given time, at least one of them is playing something I want to listen to. I haven't found any other radio stations I like around here. I think I'm going to have to switch to listening to my iPod now -- one of the three has gone over to 24/7 Christmas music for the entire month of December, and another seems to be at about 1/3 Christmas music already.