I have always tried to be a good person and see the best in others, even when people said I was wrong and being too kind.
Guess I figured I should treat others as I would wish to be treated, see them as I would hope to be seen.
I discovered early on that there are many types of people in the world.
It’s not to say I did not get hurt, beaten, neglected, but that is not what this post is about.
Via my job I encountered people who were from all walks of life, they could be in a rush, hurt, upset, lost, angry, drunk, stoned and in need of assistance that only the police could give.
When someone swore at me, I would say thank you, and in the pause that usually followed my words I would suggest that we discuss what the problem was. After all, I understood they were very upset and usually the surprise of my response allowed them to focus on the problem, not their anger.
The response they expected was not the one they got…sometimes that calmed them down and sometimes it did not.
The point was, it was not me that they were mad at, so taking it personal was normal but hardly helpful.
All the things I saw made me admire how the Police can cross all the boundaries of the various realities and deal with people in situations and circumstances, as best they can.
I am not saying all Cops are perfect and handle everything perfectly, because they are human, and again that is something to be thankful for as this allows them to treat people humanely, with care and consideration despite all the crap that they see.
How hard is it to do that, when they know what people are capable of?
Looking around I find myself wondering how they do it, when people can seem so normal, but their thinking is shaped by a very different sense of reality.
Not sure I will trust anyone ever again.