One day as a police sergeant, one of my detectives brought me a missing person case involving a 16-year-old girl to ask for my advice. He said the girl was pregnant and her boy-friend was playing football for the city college. So I told him to call the college and ascertain when the next practice was being held. It was the next day, so he and I went to the practice. Not surprisingly, when we arrived at the practice, we observed the missing girl sitting in the bleachers.
We told her to go with us and my detective drove while I rode in the back. We talked to her on the way to her house, which was about 45 minutes away. I told her about life choices and decisions, and how she had some big ones to make. I never really gave it much thought, and never looked into how she turned out.
Many years later, I was filling in for the Patrol Watch Commander on a Sunday during day shift. I grabbed a sandwich and went to the Little League field to watch a game while I ate my lunch. While sitting in my patrol car, a young woman came up to me and asked me if I remembered her. I couldn’t say I did. She then told me that she was the one that we picked up at the city college, and she thanked me for my talk with her.
She said that our talk turned her life around and she broke up with the boy, but she kept the child. She then introduced me to that boy, who was twelve years old already. She also introduced me to her other son, who was eight. She said that she married a good man and had her second boy with him.
Her husband adopted the first boy and they were living a good life. Sometimes we need to hear stories like that to make us understand that all of the trials and tribulations we go through are worth it.