Crickets and pigs and horses and chickens and I guess a jackass if you include me.

July 29, 2013 in The Very Few Times I'll Admit to Having a Soul

I figure if I keep really good people around me, one of two things will happen:

1. Some of their goodness and kindness and do-goodery will rub off or I can somehow scrape some off and use it as if it was mine to begin with, or…

B. Other people will just assume I’m as good as those do-goodery-goody-goods I’m around and I won’t really have to do anything other than suck up some of the nice thoughts simply because I’m hovering around them, or…

3. I’ll occassionally get a free drink because those do-goodery-goody-goods are usually pretty generous.

Either way, it’s a win for me.

First question Keith (my cop husband) gets when he hits the door each afternoon is, “So, did you shoot at anyone today??”

(I apparently think because you have a gun on your hip, that happens daily.)

(Plus, it happens on every episode of Blue Bloods on Friday nights.)

(He doesn’t really answer that question after over a year of me asking it, now.)

Keith: No, I didn’t. But today was one of those days I liked what I do.

Me: Whoa. This must be serious stuff. The doctor is in. Talk to me, deputy.

I gave him a few minutes to change clothes and feed the chickens.

(Yes. HE has chickens. HE. Not WE. Just HE.)

About 15 minutes later…

Me: Dude. Are you gonna make me beg? Give it up!!

Keith: OK. And keep your trap shut while I tell you.

(Dude is now using MY terms: Keep your trap shut.)

(I must be rubbing off on him! I’m weepy. This is a proud moment for me. However, he could step it up a bit in the stern-ness department. I’ll have to work with him on that.)

Keith: About a year ago, remember that old man I told you I got the call on? The one who had the horses that broke through his fencing and he needed help getting them back because he lives alone and has no family around?

Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean you’re getting calls on horses? Don’t you have bank robbers to chase and rapist to kick in the nuts and serial killers to run APB’s and CID’s on and other perp stuff to deal with?

(I don’t even know what an APB or a CID is and he knows I don’t even know what an APB or a CID is.)

(That’s just terms I’ve heard on TV that I trust is used in the cop-world and well, he should be able to decipher my top-secret cop-talk that I really just make up as I go.)

Keith: The trap? Shut it.

(I roll my eyes and snort-breathe kinda loud. With the trap shut.)

Keith: Anyway. He had nothing. Lived in a small travel trailer with no air, had an old truck that I was surprised was even running. His living arrangements were really bad. I helped him get the horses back in their area and he shook my hand and started thanking me profusely.

(Profusely? What’s with the big word, deputy?)

Keith: We ended up having a little conversation there at the front steps of his trailer and he started telling me how he was disabled and it would be a couple more days before he could afford feed for the horses or even food for himself. But that he really appreciated my help and shook my hand.

Me: Uhhhhh, excuse me but WHY would you have horses if you can’t even feed your own gut or put an AC unit in your old trailer?

Keith: Baby, maybe taking care of those horses gives him reason for not giving up on life. Maybe that’s what keeps him going each day. Like I said, the old man had nothing.

Me: Oh.

(I’m a jackass.)

(He’s well aware of this, too, folks. Move along.)

Keith: Anyway, I reached in my pocket and gave him everything I had. It might’ve been $18-$19. Not much.

Me: **crickets chirping**

Keith: Anyway, today I stopped at a 7/11 to grab a water. It’s miserably hot out there. As I was walking up to the counter, I heard, “Excuse me, deputy do you have a minute?” I turned around and it was that old man.

Me: **damn crickets**

Keith: I immediately recognized him, smiled and said, “Hey man, how’s it going?” He stuck his hand out and shook my hand. When he did, he palmed me a $20 bill.


Keith: Baby, please.

Me: Sorry.

Keith: He said he never forgot I how helped him out without him asking for it. Said he promised himself that day he’d pay me back if he ever could and if he ever saw me again. He told me he had a little family money that was left to him and it was just enough for him to pay his bills and stock up on food and pay back the good people who helped him out when he was at his lowest point. He was so excited when he was telling me how he was getting back on track with life. I wish you could have seen his face. He wouldn’t take the $20 back. He insisted I keep it and just kept thanking me for the time and conversation I gave him a year ago. It took every thing I had to keep from getting all misty. That really caught me off guard…that kind of stuff rarely happens.

Me: **sappy-ass-weepy-teary-eyed-jackass-slobbery-and-blubbery-faced-crickets**

Keith: So, yeah. Today I liked what I do and was reminded of why I do it. There are still good and kind people out there who appreciate what I do. I’m not just a fucking cop or a pig or any of that other shit we get called every day.

Me: Well, you’re a really cute pig.

(He laughed and I blubbered a little bit more.)

Keith: Thank you, but really. It’s so easy to lose sight of what’s good in the world when most all you see is battered kids, worthless thugs, beat women and degenerates who will lie and cheat the helpless without a second thought on a daily basis. That old man did much more for me today than that $20 did for him a year ago. I can promise you that. He has no idea what he gave me today.

Me: Yep.

(I ain’t got a clue what to say. Plus, I’m all stupid-looking and weepy.)

Keith: Anyway…that was my day. How was yours?

Me: Uh, I got my nails done.

(Yeah, I’m a real saint.)

Keith: They look good. You want a beer?


(I bow and say thank you.)

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Regina July 29, 2013 at 11:40 am

So very sweet to hear Carrie.

It’s always good to feel like you’ve made a different and what you are doing, that people care.

We so rarely get that anymore.

And I would have made all the same references as well, might even call my hubby Crocket if he were in law enforement… or Tubbs. 🙂
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Carrie July 29, 2013 at 11:48 am

Yeah, I get to see a different world through him. To me, most everyone is fair and civilized and treat each other good.

Because that’s what “I” see on a daily basis.

I like that. Crocket and Tubbs. Pretty darn good memories there!

Bobbi July 29, 2013 at 11:45 am

My Daddy is a cop so I get what he is saying. I am so glad he ran into that man again.
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Carrie July 29, 2013 at 11:53 am

Wow…you’ve lived with this your whole life. It’s new to me. But it does make me see there’s just as much really, really good in the world as there is really, really bad.

High-five your dad for me. =)

Lisa Hewitt July 29, 2013 at 1:31 pm

Awwww. That made me all weepy. I still read your blog in my Texas accent so deputy is deputeee. You got a good one. And – I have seen the big metal chicken again. And – I will crawl up a person’s ass if the call a cop a “pig” in front of me.

Carrie July 29, 2013 at 2:26 pm

Awww. Now you’ve made ME all weepy.

Texas accents are good. Keep it. If it’s only when you read me.

And thank you, Lisa. I do have a good one. Keith is right up there with my dad as far as one of the best men in my life. They both make my world much sweeter.

Your kind words make it real sweet, too. =)

Adelyn July 29, 2013 at 5:41 pm

Your husband sounds so awesome. It is amazing sometimes to listen to what other people call a good day. Totally puts my days in perspective when I am having a “down” day. Changing lives one person at a time is what is best–and I work in schools…so I often have to remind myself that is what I am doing!
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Carrie July 29, 2013 at 5:54 pm

Let me tell you…he IS awesome. I was married before to a really not so nice guy…and he doesn’t hold a candle to Keith. Keith is first class and would give a total stranger the shirt off his back. He has a very good soul.

I’m sure you can imagine my lameness when I come home all tired and crabby about a meeting that ran late at the office or how bad traffic was. And he’s still smiling after a long day of arrests and family violence.

He makes me a better person, for sure.

Hollie July 29, 2013 at 6:16 pm

Wow…. What an awesome story! Thank you for sharing it! 🙂

Carrie July 29, 2013 at 6:50 pm

I thought it was too good not to share.

Actually, anything that shuts me up for more than 18 seconds and gets me weepy is worth sharing.


Barbara July 30, 2013 at 5:43 am

Wonderful story! So glad you shared it.
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Carrie July 30, 2013 at 8:00 am

Thank you, deary!! It was a ‘feel-good’ for me and wanted to share. =)

Amanda July 30, 2013 at 8:30 pm

Oh my God, Carrie!! You have got a good man there!!
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Carrie July 31, 2013 at 9:22 am

Yes, Amanda…I do. I’m telling you, I ask the good Lord every day what did I do to deserve him.

Jennifer July 31, 2013 at 3:48 pm

Well that makes me a little bit weep too.

Carrie July 31, 2013 at 4:14 pm

I was a blubbering fool.

He makes me so proud.

Alison August 1, 2013 at 1:34 am

Aw, seriously, I am all weepy and sappy right now. Your husband is a good man.
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Carrie August 1, 2013 at 10:35 am

He is. He makes me want to be a better woman.

Which is a lot of pressure on him. =)

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