Deanimator-
First, I'm not a cop and never have been. Second, I know there are bad cops, just like there are bad everything else.
All I'm saying is, there are some very good ones, too, and they get very little attention. Here's one:
An Angel in Blue
By Brian McGrory
Boston Globe / March 26, 2010
It began amid Monday’s downpour, which ended a weekend of downpours. In Dorchester, 78-year-old Joan McCoy carefully maneuvered her basement steps, stopped in a state of disbelief on the landing, and gazed at more than a foot of water swishing around her basement floor.
McCoy didn’t know what to do. Her heat was out. The rain was pounding against the windows, and the basement was filling fast.
So, in an act of desperation, she picked up the phone and called the cops, asking for Dorchester community patrol officer Thomas Griffiths who once told her to let him know if she ever needed anything.
When Griffiths came to the house she told him about the flooding. There were several ways the story could have ended there. He could have flipped through the phonebook to find plumbers who were charging hundreds to help. He could have dialed up flooding specialists who already had a backlog of several days. He could have cited union rules, department regulations, the catch-all fear of possible litigation, and made his way for the door.
Here’s what happened instead: Griffiths descended into the cellar. He stepped off the second-to-last step into calf-high water.
He found an old sump pump and, for an hour, in full uniform, he jostled the wires, played around with the motor, and just about willed it into operation.
Sometime Monday night, the pump died from exhaustion and the McCoys woke up to a new flood. When Joan called the station, she was told that Griffiths was on his day off.
Within an an hour he was on her doorstep anyway. This time, he was with Brian Shea, a plumber from Local 12. They were there to get the heat back on.
When he saw the water, Griffiths called another friend at the Home Depot, who brought over a new pump that sucked the cellar dry in an hour. They got the furnace going and were gone — off to several more houses with flooded basements. The charge: nothing. Police at the precinct even pitched in to buy the McCoys a new pump.
This week, Joan McCoy sat at the kitchen table and proclaimed Griffiths to be her “angel.’’ Griffiths shuffled his feet a bit, said, “We knew the circumstances of the family,’’ and mentioned something about it being his job.
Tinpig