‘bout once a year or so – for some reason always near the morning rush hour – some person always feels the need to pull their car over at the highest point of the I-94 hi-rise bridge just south of downtown and hurl themselves over the side.
Don’t know how far of a drop it is exactly – but I’d guess it would be close to a 100 foot fall before your body is dashed to pieces on the auto bone yard at the bottom of it. But every time somebody’s car pukes out on the bridge the Po-po or the Deputies have to go out of their way to find the owner, and “Step #1” of that procedure is to start looking over the edge of the bridge for bodies and such. (Step #2 would be to look for a person walking towards the closest exact ramp with a small gas can. Step #3 means the ticket book comes out, and you can get the rest from there I’m sure.)
So anyway, just cruising into work this morning at about quarter to 8, I see a MCSD squad with what looks like a car pulled over. Get a little closer and I see two people who look like they’re standing and hugging right near the edge of the barrier! Finally as I pass them I see that a Deputy is embracing some woman with both of his arms and mumbling something to her. She’s just sobbing and heaving with her face buried in his chest hugging him back as hard as she can.
I may be jumping to conclusions here – but the vibe I got was that this person was ready to end it all, and probably would have if it hadn’t been for this average Joe Blow Deputy Sheriff, probably just starting his shift, pulling over, reading the situation fast, and intervening with something as simple as a human touch.
Growing up here, I’ve witnessed that the MCSD has always employed the Machiavellian "tis better to feared than loved" mode of operation when it came to keeping order in any area of their responsibility. I.E. – I’ve never heard of anyone getting out of a speeding ticket, know people that have been beaten for public urination at Brewer's games, and know for a fact that there are no cameras in the elevators at the county jail…
But back to this morning - I’m sure this is something he will never forget, and hopefully she won’t forget it – but I figure out of the hundreds of cars passing this situation by at 40 mph, 1% - maybe 2% picked up on the severe gravity of what was going on – and will take the time to reflect upon the sheer diamonds (for the most part) we have working for our community.
Just felt the need to air this one out.