a reply to: AdmireTheDistance
I hated cops too. In fact, I was the recipient of douche cop behavior on several instances before I became one. It was in fact, the reason I became
a cop. To NOT be 'that guy'. I'm human, in 6 years on the streets I may have been in a bad mood every now and then. I may have missed something
I should have got. I may not have brought my 'A' game that day. But....I swear to GOD I tried my hardest to work hard, be fair, be logical, be
honest....just be there
for the people. Golden rule, baby.
The reason they put me on the Paddy Wagon was because I was embarrassing every other officer on my shift with the quality and quantity of my activity.
And for the record, I'm not talking about piddly sh!t. I only wrote ONE traffic ticket in the entire year before all this went down and it was
because a lady in a Lexus drove the wrong way on a one way street to get to Starbucks. And I didn't hate homeless people, I dealt with them every
day. Many, many times I bought them food, water, brooms and dustpan for their little camps, trash bags....even dog food for a puppy one time. .....I
I'm not embellishing anything, in fact it's even worse. I'm trying to keep things short. I get what you're saying and I agree the human body can
take a lot of abuse. I was one tough cookie before this. But picture over a month and a half of walking pneumonia, the flu, a fractured knee, TWO
back to back Prednesone doses, I took some sick time off and I got yelled at so I tried to push on, 38 hours no sleep....all the while taking care of
a 2 year old as a single mom with no help and commuting from Dallas to Garland every day before and after work because that's where the sitter
And there were red flags: weight loss, irritability. But I didn't recognize it. It's one of those "20/20" hindsight things.
All of that and I barely eek'd through.....then I got that phone call about the hardship denial. I lost my #, yo. I had been super stressing about
it for months. There was no way I could work the station and shift that they were trying to assign me. There was another station, another shift-
evening, I wasn't even shooting for days. They had 2 or 3 open spots and needed females (for searching prisoners, taking rape reports, etc.). The
ONLY reason it was denied was because Chief Golbeck is a dick and he had been singling me out for the past couple of years. I can't say why, I never
did anything to the man. Any hoo..... that phone call was the straw that broke the camel's back. I went straight, 110% manic. Only....not having a
history of mental illness....I had NO IDEA what was going on. Then getting choked by Richard Kersul, the one man security force of the ER- triggered
extremely severe and extremely permanent PTSD. I agree one chokehold should have messed me up as bad as it did.....but you have to consider
everything that led up to it.
I don't lie. I don't exaggerate. I don't want publicity, but damn I'm getting an ulcer not being able to get rid of the BS made public about me
at the time.
Yes I'm in north Texas and......drumroll please.....my dad is Jim Marrs so any interviewers that make the trek out here gets a two-fer.
* before you ask why I don't just go to him- I have tried everything I can think of up until this point- contacting local media, flooding the
internet with neutral stuff about me, etc. And there are long periods of rest in between because it's extremely stressful for me. I am just now to
this point of desperate. He's currently finishing up his latest book, but I may just hit him up. But hell, I can't even get people to read this
thread, who would want to read a book about it?