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.
(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.
Me: PALMED YOU A $20 BILL? LIKE A DRUG DEAL??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? THEY REALLY DO THAT IN REAL LIFE LIKE I SEE ON LAW AND ORDER??
Keith: Baby, please.
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.
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.
(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?
(PLEASE REFER BACK TO #3 OF THE ONE OF TWO THINGS I FIGURE WILL HAPPEN IF I KEEP REALLY GOOD PEOPLE AROUND ME.)
(I bow and say thank you.)