Helpful cops inspire hope in police force
Money changed hands between me and two policemen assigned to the Traffic headquarters in Kingston, on the Portmore leg of Highway 2000 on Monday, National Heroes Day. It's true, but it's not what you are thinking.
I can see many of you saying, "Yeah, man, ketch them again!"
Nothing like that. In fact, I am here full of gratitude to constables Damion Rhoden and Adrian White.
Their act of kindness has left me humbled and quite embarrassed because I confess that I am one of those Jamaicans who have become less than tolerant of members of the police force simply because of the nefarious actions of some of them.
But these two policemen serve to remind me of how grossly unjust it is to tag an entire group of people as no-good miscreants because some of them are.
So here I was on Heroes Day, just leaving work and heading to Portmore on an errand. I was quite happy, singing some gospel songs and on my merry way. Then when I was a short distance away from the toll booth, it hit me! "Phyllis, yuh nuh have nuh money!"
I couldn't turn back. I couldn't detour. I couldn't go any further. I stopped on the soft shoulder.
I started laughing. Then I prayed: "Father, this one is yours, I can't do anything about it."
I called my relatives who made suggestions which couldn't help.
I toyed with the idea of getting out of my vehicle to flag down one of the flying motorists, then said to myself, "No, if I were one of those motorists, I would not be stopping, woman or no woman." Cynical? Maybe.
Then I looked on the other side of the highway leading to downtown and there was a highway patrol vehicle.
I waited some minutes before tooting my horn. And the patrol worker asked: "Who do you want, me, or the police?"
"Either of you," I responded, and the young policeman climbed over the dividing concrete to where I was.
I told him of my problem. He had me lock up my vehicle, and escorted me across the busy highway and over the dividing wall to his senior colleague.
I repeated my plight, thinking that they would escort me through the toll or something like that. But Constable Rhoden went in his pocket, took out $200 and handed it to me, refusing to entertain any discussion about my repaying.
Constable White again escorted me across the highway, over the dividing wall, and saw me safely to my vehicle.
Gentlemen, thank you again for your kindness, which reminds a cynic that there is so much good in all of us.