In the past I have been sharing stories about funny call that I have taken. And there will be more of those, I promise – hopefully, every Friday. 🙂
But there are calls every so often that remind me of why I took this job in the first place; calls that make me feel good about what I do each work day. So here is one such call:
I took a call from a female today in a neighboring county. She called to say that her husband was drunk and had just hit her in the face. She wasn’t hysterical or crying, but she had locked herself in one of the bedrooms. Her husband had drank a half bottle of Crown Royal that afternoon, and was pretty wasted. There was a shotgun in one of the bedrooms (not the one she was locked in) and a pistol in her husband’s pickup outside. I started the call, and got the deputies rolling with the basic information. This particular location was out in the rural area of the county, and it’s always hard for me to be patient until I see that “At Scene” pop up on my screen – it seems to take forever, even though I know these guys are responding Code 3 with lights and sirens. Trust me, I have ridden with these deputies when they respond Code 3 – they don’t waste any time!
I asked her if she wanted me to stay on the line with her till deputies arrived. She hesitated, and said there were probably other people that needed my help. Something told me to stay on the line with her until the deputies arrived. I told her that she was the one I was on the phone with now, so she was my main concern. She paused again, then said she would like me to stay on the line. We didn’t talk much, except for me asking her ever so often if she could hear her husband moving around or did she know where he was in the house. I wanted to know this for her safety, and also for the deputies safety as well.
We had three deputies enroute to the house, (one of them was my fave deputy from my ride along back in February – you can read about it here ) and before they could get there I heard her say “He’s outside at his pickup.” I asked for a description of the pickup, thinking that maybe he was going to leave the house and drive off. Then a few seconds later, her voice became more urgent when she said, “He’s heading back to the house with his pistol!” I got that into the information as soon as she said it, to advise the deputies we now knew for certain he was armed. I told my caller to get behind the bed or in the closet and stay quiet – hoping that would keep her “off his radar” and not draw his attention.
I watched my screen as it was updated by the deputies, and was able to tell her “We have a deputy on scene, and he’s waiting for backup to arrive.” “Now we have all three deputies there, and they are going to approach the house and make contact with your husband.” I had already asked her where in the house he might be, and put that in the information for the deputies. In a few seconds she and I could both hear the deputies yelling, as they subdued her husband and took him into custody. She asked if she should go to the deputies, and I told her to stay in the bedroom until they came to find her. They knew which bedroom she was in, because I had her describe the layout of the house to me while we waited for the deputies to arrive earlier. Sure enough, I heard in the background a deputy’s voice as he came down the hall to where she had been hiding. I told her good bye and hung up so she could talk to the deputy.
I actually hung up from that call with a smile on my face. I felt so good about being there for her when she reached out and needed someone. Calls like that make all the other absurdity fade away for awhile. 🙂