Here’s another portion of my book that didn’t make it into the final version. Remember, it’s rough and unedited, but it is a story that’s dear to my heart.
I’m a volunteer police chaplain, and when my pager starts buzzing, most likely, I’ll be gone for the next several hours.
Last December, the tell-tale vibration happened at about 9:30 p.m., just two days before Christmas. I called into the police dispatcher, and she told me, “We’ve got a DOA.”
“What more can you tell me?” I asked, after she gave me the address.
“Well, he was big. Really big. They couldn’t get him out to the ambulance.”
“Oh. Okay. Which officers are there?” I asked.