As I have told you before, I dispatched for many years. Most of the time I worked for the government. The 911 call that I would like to tell you about, I was acting as an agency (private) under contract for the government. I could have gotten in some trouble except for the fact that we live in the Bible Belt and no one would complain. I answer a 911 call about a suicide attempt by gunshot involving a teenager.
The boy’s uncle was the one on the phone. He was torn up pretty badly. Crying and holding the boy in his arms. What I thought the uncle had said was, ‘I can’t reach the Bible.” Okay, I thought, he know’s his nephew is dying if not dead already, so I asked him if he would like for me to say the Lord’s Prayer. He said yes and I started, “Our father.” and said the whole thing. After I finished the prayer, he told me, “I still can’t reach the gun.” Oh!… that’s what he said. That he couldn’t reach the RIFLE. I told him it was fine. To leave the rifle were it was. That the deputies and paramedics are on their way. The boy put the shotgun under his chin and pulled the trigger.
It’s also a tough day at work and you answer 911 and it’s your family calling for an ambulance because your grandmother has had a stroke or an uncle that is having a heart attack. But I miss those days. It was an exciting job, I was helping people and it was fun a lot of times. Plus, I’m a pretty nosy girl too.