Here is an excerpt from something I've been working on. It's my story, the only things made up are the names and the places (I'm still active)...
I've never really shared this with anyone, actually only 2 people know this story exists...
It's written in journal/memoir form, and may be a little crude at times... I hope I don't break T&C, sometimes it's on the line... Please let me
know if I do so I can change things...
I'm looking for some constructive criticism and if positive, I think I'll post more... I have 70 pages written already (on the computer) and would
love to publish this...
The whole text (written so far) can be found Here
... Remember that it is from new to old
(don't know how to change that...)
Keeping the peace,
Hello, and welcome,
Well... I don't know how to start this. I guess I'll introduce myself.
I'm a 24 year old guy, living and working in a remote northern community in Canada. I have a job that is highly stressful, with important
responsibilities that impact the lives of the people around me. Lately it seems, things are not going so well. I hope that this blog will help me keep
my head on my shoulders, and my mind in my head.
Well, I guess you'll understand more as you read on...
I hope to meet other people in my situation, I hope that they will understand because other than to my wife and best friend, I don't talk about my
troubles to anyone. In the profession I am in, weakness is not acceptable, and it has to be seen to be believed; it's just too bad nobody wants to
come to where I am to see it for themselves!!!
The beginning of it all
It was 2004, I was 19 years old, and in college studying policing in Montreal. I never thought my life would take such a drastic turn from here.
One of my classmates had already worked as a police officer in Northern Quebec and discussing his experiences with the class. They were amazing. Calls
about fights, calls about drunks; action, just pure action. I asked him to give me a contact number to find out more information about this place and
how I could possibly work there. He gave me a name and a number which I couldn't wait to call.
Much to the protest of my girlfriend at the time, I called the Lieutenant who informed me that he would have to interview me soon. I told him that it
would not be a problem. He called me and gave me a date and time at a local hotel. So I met him there. My interview was brief and to the point; it
lasted about 45 minutes, and 30 of those minutes were spent talking about music and hockey. Then came the weirdest scenario I had ever heard:
"You get a call from a guy who says that he just had sex with a girl because she was possessed by the devil and he wanted to take it out of her. She
is severely beaten and he threatens to kill her if you go inside. What do you do?"
I did not know what to answer! I told him that I would try to convince him to get out. He replied :
"Now he said that he wants a priest and that he also cut off his penis to make sure that the devil does not go inside him. What do you do now?"
I wish I could see my face at that moment. My mouth was probably opened and my jaw touching the ground. I answered :
"Well, um... I wouldn't let the priest anywhere near there. I'd let him speak, um... On the phone. Then I'd let him bleed out and then go in and
get him and the girl to the hospital."
And then came the coup de grace...
"The family wants to keep the penis."
Holy crap! What was I getting myself into?!?!?!
"Well, uh... I would, uh... Put it on ice and let the hospital decide what to do with it. If they can sew it back on, then that's what will have to
happen! Why should I have to make that decision?" I answered very decisively...
The interview ended and I was to wait for a call...
A few weeks later I got a letter from the Lieutenant. He said that although I was much more mature for my age than others, the government was pushing
them to hire trained officers from now on. My girlfriend was more than happy with that news. I was destroyed. I had hope, and it shattered like a car
December 2004, I get a call from the Lieutenant. He says that they are seriously short staffed and that they would need me to go work there over the
holidays. I said yes almost right away! My girlfriend cried and cried that I was going to die, that they are crazy up there, that I was leaving her,
abandoning her blah, blah, blah... In my head the decision was made for an opportunity of a lifetime; I was flying the 15th of December, exactly 5
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