My Scary Morning
I’ve been having a time lately as you probably guessed by my lack of posts recently. Things have been stupid-crazy which is why I wasn’t overly concerned last night when my alley was blocked by a police car. I was so NOT phased by this that I didn’t even look out my window last night, because there are four thousand more important things going on in my mind, and it was late and I just went to bed.
At
Oh crap. I sat on my bed. This was a hostage negotiator. This was a hostage negotiator standing so close to my window that I could have reached out and touched his leg.
I did what any other brave young woman would do… I burst into tears and phoned my mum. “MUMMY there’sahostageandtheswatteamhasbiggunsandI’mscaredandIhavetogotowork.”
“Okay,” she said. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying away from the window and you’re leaving your lights off.” She told me to check the news, which I did. It wasn’t helpful except that my street was blocked off and that the police had been dealing with “a serious situation” since
The negotiator started talking again, sounding slightly more anxious and BOOM BOOMBOOMBOOM BOOM BOOM, gunshots and I sobbed and just KNEW he’d been shot or had shot someone. I knew someone was dying right there, 4 meters from my home, and it was all silent. I just lay there shaking and shaking, but I HAD to get to work, I had to see if it was okay. I looked out the window and saw all of the officers standing by my dumpster and I was horrified. Someone stepped out of the way and I saw them put a man in handcuffs in the back of the police van. He wasn’t dead, nobody was dead. The police milled around for a while longer and drove away after another half hour and the alley was clear, like nothing had happened. I was still so scared that I was fighting to breathe, and I wanted to thank the negotiator because he was so good and so calm. I wanted to thank the police officers for helping keep everyone safe, and for not killing anyone.
I got to work and bought myself a sugary latte and told a friend of mine about it, and he said that he heard on the radio that the guy had let a hostage go at 4am, and he figured that they probably only shot rubber bullets or tear gas to bring him down. I’ve been looking on the web for news, but there hasn’t been any, so that must mean that nobody died, thank God. What a horrible, scary way to start the morning.
Needless to say, I’ve been thinking a lot about this morning. Thinking about the things the negotiator said, thinking about how scared the people inside must have been, the hostage and the hostage-taker. What sort of desperation would drive a person to make a choice like that? How much would you have to lose or gain by resisting people with really scary guns for 12 hours? I really hope that the negotiator was being honest when he told the guy that they’d get him help. I really hope that the hostage has support and help available too. I hope that the negotiator and the officers have warm homes and loving, understanding families waiting for them, and that they understand the virtue of helping this man, and understand the virtue of saving lives, especially after twelve long hours. I hope I can show them that I appreciate that they were keeping watch while I slept a few feet away, completely oblivious to the turmoil. I’m glad that everyone is okay. I don’t ever want to witness that again.
Love,
G
4 Comments:
Wow - that is one intense and scary situation! Glad to hear that nobody got hurt. Good story to tell and how neat to be able to hear the negotiator! I'm a crim major really interesting! :)
*hugs* Just *hugs*
Thanks all! It was so scary, but the negotiator was so calm and it really helped. Now that I'm feeling less dazed I'm interested in doing a bit of research about Hostage Negotiation. Very interesting subject! Thanks for the love :)
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