My Testimony
I have been given a gift that I am thankful for:
Back in 1988, I was the only female police officer in my department of 79 officers. One morning I awoke from a dream so clear that I knew it was something that was going to happen. In the dream, I was helping someone and I saw a knife, a gun, rail road tracks, and other things.
When I went to work, I told my ex-partner about it because I feared that he might get injured and it was meant for me to warn him. I was very thankful to him for accepting me as a peer, when some others in my department were openly prejudiced against me.
My shift went by uneventfully. I still felt that something would happen. The next day, as I was working alone in my patrol car, I waited until other officer had eaten and asked if I could go to lunch. The dispatcher said I could, and I asked if they wanted anything. As I traveled a side street to get us something, I guess I was not alone in my travels: the spirit of Christ was beside me in that car.
I saw a young man, leaning against the guard rail. When I stopped to help him, he ran. I followed him behind a trucking company where he tried to climb a steep bank and could not. I detained him and tried to
find out why he was running. Since his injury was minor and he was only 16, I decided to take him home. Another officer stopped by and we got him into the back of my patrol car. As I took him home, he spoke the worst filth he could think of.
I thought that most officers probably would not have stopped that day, but I had someone beside me, guiding the way. I had forgotten about my dream two nights before.
After the young man went into his house, I waited on the porch to speak with his mother about getting him some help. When I heard a noise and the young man ran from the house with a knife and stabbed me. He was
ranting and raving about "killing the bitch" and "killing the pig". As I foug
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