George Phillips, an elderly man from Walled Lake, Michigan, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turnoff the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.
He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?”
He said “No,” but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.”
Then the police dispatcher said “All patrols are busy, you should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available”
George said, “Okay.” He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again. “Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both; the dogs are eating them right now,” and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips’ residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. One of the Policemen said to George, “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”
George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!”
OK, maybe it isn’t a true story, even if I did get it off the Internet. The point of this editorial is just to point out that when you are in trouble, you and everyone else calls the police.
Back when I was just a kid, (a long time ago), my parents taught me that the policeman was my friend. When he walked his beat, he would twirl his nightstick. Of course, today, he has some sort of a big gun with a lot more bullets and maybe a taser. No more twirling nowadays. That is fine with me, the better he (or she) is outfitted, the safer we both are.
My parents are long gone, but not the memory of what they told me.