This page is in honor of those in
Law Enforcement
Especially for my husband
My husband's career started in law enforcement in 1968 with the
auxiliary division of the New Orleans, LA Police Department, where he had several
weeks of extensive training at the N.O.P.D.'s Academy.
Needless to say, he probablly saw and experienced almost any and everything,
a policeman normally sees, in the course of his time spent with the
New Orleans Police Department.
Sure, there were some fun times, like when he worked the Mardi Gras parades
and caught all the goodies and gave them to the children, standing around.
In 1972, we moved North of Lake Ponchatrain, to the town of Slidell, LA,
where he became affiliated with the St. Tammany Parish's Sheriff's Department.
For this, he was required to attend a six weeks course in Baton Rouge at LSU.
After that, he worked the jail in Covington for a while. Later he was transferred
back to Slidell, where he worked patrol and did the ususal things most police
officers do, in the course of a shift.
Later, he was assigned to the juvenile detective division. He had to return to
Baton Rouge for 9 weeks of training, in juvenile precedures. Later, he was
promoted to Sgt in that division. Throughout the years, he has attended numerous
schools, in order to stay abreast of the ever changing laws in law enforcement.
In December of 1980, he underwent open heart surgery and had four by-passes.
Just 10 months and 10 days later, he again had open heart surgery for three by-passes.
He came through both surgeries, without any problems. At Ochsner's, he had
some excellent doctors.
In no time, he was back on the job again, like the trooper he has always been.
I have always heard, "You can't keep a good man down" and he proved that.
In 1987, he had the opportunity to fill the position of Chief of Police for the
city of Ellisville, Ms, a small town, with a population of about 3850. We also have
one of the best Junior Colleges anywhere, bar none. When school is in session,
they have an enrollment of over 5000 and of course, that increases the officers job somewhat.
In 1995, he again had surgery, this time for colon cancer. Again he came though,
with flying colors. Today, he is still on the job, doing all the things,
all police officers, everywhere, encounter on a daily basis.
My hat's off to you Chief Jenkins !!!!
Chief Jenkins retired from law enforcement, Feb 28, 2002, after serving 33 years.
His employees gave him a nice going away reception. This picture of us, was taken
during the reception.
A foot note to the above :
Chief Jenkins enjoyed his retirement, by buying a motor home,
camping and doing a little fishing.
In September, he had a lithotripsy, for kidney stones. When a CT was done,
a nodule was discovered on the lower lobe of his right lung. He had the lower lobe removed,
Dec 17, 2003 and is doing fine today !
In your Memory, Chief!! We Love You!
Second foot note: December 8th,2011 Chief Jenkins went to meet the Master Law Maker
in Heaven.He is so missed by his wife,daughter,son-in-law and son.
His granddaughter and grandson,plus two great grandsons also miss him.
Grandpa, we miss you and will see you in Heaven!!
Policeman's Prayer
O God, whose great power and wisdom
embraces the universe.
Watch over all policemen everywhere.
Protect them from harm in the performance
of their duty to stop crime, robbery and violence
Help them keep our streets and homes
safe, day and night.
We commend them to your loving care
because their duty is dangerous.
Give them strength and courage
Grant them your
Almighty protection.
Unite them safely with their families
after duty has ended.
~ AMEN ~
When God Made Peace Officers
When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of
overtime, when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order ?
A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,
scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch and not wrinkle his uniform.
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car, all day on a stakeout,
cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses and testify
in court, the next day. He has to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands ... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs
of eyes an officer has to have." "That's on the standard model ?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks,
"May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that
accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners' safety.
And another pair here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say,
"You'll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into
a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes,
recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search and arrest a gang member
on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop
and still it keeps its sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes
painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family
and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights
of criminal suspects." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of
the peace officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to
put too much into this model." "That's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear."
"What's the tear for ?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece
of cloth called the American flag, for justice." "You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.
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