Me: It was my first time calling 911.
Sister: It's exciting isn't it? (Coming from the girl who has called 911 too many times to count).
I was driving home from my aunt's house one night this week and was talking to my sister when the chaos began. I was stopped at a red light and saw a kid (well, teenager) come out of nowhere. He was running out from a side street and when I say running, I mean sprinting. He was frantically looking over his shoulder as he ran. My stomach dropped when I saw him and before the light turned green, I saw a cop car whipping around the corner with it's lights on. Suddenly the cop made a stop at the intersection and pulled a u-turn. I started putting it together and realized he was going the wrong way. He had to have been looking for the running kid! All while I'm on the phone with my sister. I was explaining it to her and she said "Well you better hang up." But I stayed on the phone with her and saw the police shine their big light on a kid walking down the street, who matched the stereotype of the kid I saw running. I told my sister "Oh no, they're going after the wrong kid!!! I should go tell them!!" As I said that, I realized it wouldn't be a good idea to start chasing the cops, who were chasing a possible bad guy. And just then, I saw another cop car come flying around the corner with their lights on, too. That's when I hung up and decided I should call 911 and tell them they're after the wrong kid.
I was so anxious, as it was my first... Okay second time calling 911.
When I was probably 5 or 6 years old I called 911 to see what happens. I remember hiding upstairs between my parents' bed and the window, and called 911 on their phone with the squiggly cord. You know what happens when you call 911 and don't say anything? They call back. BUSTED! My parents asked which one of us called and I had no choice but to admit it. When they asked why, all I could say was that I wanted to see what happens.
Back to the story. I call 911 and tell them what I saw and they asked me all sorts of questions about what he looked like, race, height, weight, age, what kind of clothes, a hat, carrying anything, how long ago I saw him. Then she took down my name and number.
As I was being questioned I was thinking back to all of my psychology classes, which are filled with studies about these types of scenarios and what you do and don't remember. So of course, I was second guessing myself the second she asked the question.
I checked all of the newspapers online and haven't seen a thing. Someone I had told said maybe he stole something? But unless it was a painfully slow night for the cops, I don't think they'd send 2 cop cars flying through intersections for a kid whole shoplifted from Safeway.
I've always thought I'd be a good detective, but I could never last through the police training and all that jazz, to crawl my way to a detective position. But if God has been giving me a sign lately, it's to be a detective.
(Kind of joking... Kind of not)
We received a letter from a participant at work, which I won't go into too much detail because frankly I don't think I'm allowed to. But basically a woman .(74). sent a letter about getting arrested last month. If you want the whole story, I'll tell you. Just not all over the Internet.
Yours truly,
Detective
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