My husband, Colin, has been a police officer since October 2010. Bless his heart, he signed me up to go on a ride-a-long with him this past Saturday! I was unsure how it would go, but I LOVED it! It was so much fun. My favorite part was running license plates to see if the owner had any warrants, suspensions, etc.
In 8 hours with Colin, I got to witness a variety of situations. He pulled someone over for a faulty brake light, which turned into a citation for driving under a suspended license. He responded to a call of a dog biting a young child. He drove on the freeway to attempt to find a swerving vehicle. He arrested a person who had a warrant out. He went down to the rec center where teenagers hang out.
As much as I enjoyed the day, I could never be a police officer. I feel so sorry for when people are written citations or arrested, even though they always deserve them. And I have to shut my mouth for wanting to counsel them or say it is going to be alright. I used to work on a behavioral health floor at a hospital, so it is very difficult for me to not empathize with them or try to motivate them.
But, I think I did good. Except, Colin did catch me in the act of rubbing his neck while out on the road...he said it probably wasn't a good idea if citizens saw a passenger doing this to an officer. Oops!
On a side note, it is CD 35 for me today. Last month, AF came on CD 32...but the month before it was CD 39. And 27 the month before that. SO, it is very difficult for me to track if I am truly "late". I think I will wait until at lesat day 39 to take any tests, though. Why? Because I am jaded. I am tired of spending the money on tests, getting that hope riled up inside of me, and being let down hard.
So, I wait.