The cop who saved my life

Dear Editor;

In all my life, I’ve never told anyone this, not even my best friends, Nick and Sheila.

A lone cop basically saved my life in 1986, when I was kidnapped and beaten, after

having come off the slope.

I’m going to skip the particulars, because most folk would think I was making a pretty tale.

There was nothing pretty about it. I was choked, I ran, got caught, driven around to Hiland Correctional, pulled ‘round by my hair, and beaten, then brought back to the Millenium Hotel.

Bleeding all over, I stood shaky for a bit, then went up to my room.

There, first responders, API, and the Police were in front of my door. Told ‘em all the same thing.

I was waiting for my friends, had a few drinks, one of them dosed, then this blond guy with a yellow Volkswagon Bug offered a ride back to my Hotel;and instead, I was drugged and choked out.

I told everyone the same thing, but that cop was the one t! hat went to bat for me. Got me released to the Hospital to get stitches. When that Doctor came at me with a sneer and a needle, and that Cop came at him like a pitbull. He stood up for me, said I’d been drugged and kidnapped.

I never go to bars now. But I will never forget that wonderful cop.

— Lillian K. Staats

Palmer