Sleigh Bells

Christmas Eve at work.

Last year RP and I were newly assigned together, on a post that was new to the company. We’d been in the city less than a month. Right around dinner time, we were dispatched for a suicide attempt.

He succeeded.

I’ve never pretended to understand the state of mind that leads to taking one’s own life, especially at a time and in a manner calculated to hurt the survivors.

Thankfully I digress.

Afterward, I realized I’d forgotten something vitally important. We double parked in front of CVS while I ran inside. I was able to purchase the last two sleigh bells in the store.

Back at quarters, I was able to call home in time for bedtime. Beth was understandably excited, but I had something more in store. After a minute or two of casual conversation, I began to slowly shake the bells.

“Hey, do you hear that?” I asked.

I never knew it was possible to see a child’s face light up over the phone. I shook the bells a bit more, and more loudly. RP joined in with a “HO, HO, HO!” from the other side of the garage.

And she giggled.

I don’t know how I would do this job without my family. Merry Christmas, and remember the important things.

2 comments

  1. The Grumpy Dispatcher

    Well played. The cardiac arrests on the holidays are bad enough, but the intentional exits…. UGH. Nice transition back to the happy place. There’s nothing like being the light for your kids, it is one of my favorite things to do. So.. again… well played!
    .-= The Grumpy Dispatcher´s last blog ..The Pre-Plan =-.

  2. The Grumpy Dispatcher

    Well played. The cardiac arrests on the holidays are bad enough, but the intentional exits…. UGH. Nice transition back to the happy place. There’s nothing like being the light for your kids, it is one of my favorite things to do. So.. again… well played!
    .-= The Grumpy Dispatcher´s last blog ..The Pre-Plan =-.