I am thankful for my job.
I am thankful that I have a career doing something that I like and for a city that I can say I am proud to work for.
Yet there are times (despite my thankfulness, fondness, and pride) that being a police dispatcher has it’s downfall
(Link to a previous example)
Last night, someone I consider a FRIEND called out for help. This FRIEND called out for help, and I answered. My friend’s mother was in serious need of our assistance.
This friend and his mother (at one point) went out of their way to help us in a time of need. Not only did they help us, they went above and beyond. Eleven years later, I still am thankful and have fond memories of this lovely lady.
I immediately recognized the significance of this request, and I (along with my partners) sprung into automatic pilot, doing what we do. One by one, as the emergency personnel arrived, the radio grew quieter and quieter. Soon, all that was heard (from my seat in the 911 center) was radio silence.
As a dispatcher, I can tell you that the subsequent "radio silence" while you wait to hear something (or ANYTHING for that matter) from an officer can only be described as a DEAFENING. I wait (on the edge of my seat) for the next update - to hear from someone on the scene.
It’s during those moments of silence that many prayers are said.
Last night was no different. I sat (saying prayers), listening to the deafening silence of the radio while the officers I dispatched, the ambulance I sent, and my friend struggled to save a life.
It was nearly thirty minutes of praying, hoping, and wondering what was happening on the other side of the radio (while trying not to go crazy listening to that deafening radio silence) before I received an answer...
Despite everyone's best attempts, our Lord opened his arms in a loving gesture and invited the caring, gracious, and helpful soul of his daughter to join him in his eternal paradise.
My thoughts and prayers are with my friend, his wonderful mother, and his extended family.