We are all Giants!
- Gemma Smith
- Apr 3, 2019
- 3 min read
Blog#5
“Mummy, do you think I’ll be small like you or tall like Daddy?”
Midnight on a Thursday, single crewed, (no change there then!) Thursday night shifts used to be my favourite… It’s when the fun stuff happened!
Hotel November two four, can you attend a burglary in progress at…………… one male, a neighbour has sight of him.
At that moment my body would go into ‘fight or flight’ mode. My heart would race, my hands would go clammy and I would shiver as if I were cold. That feeling is addictive; you live off that adrenaline rush. I miss that feeling.
I’ve witnessed the devastation a burglary has on someone, the intrusion, the sheer thought of someone going through your personal belongings makes some people up sticks and leave to make a fresh start elsewhere.
As I arrive on scene, a neighbour points me in the direction of the male. I know other officers are enroute so I run after him and it only took a few seconds before I was shouting ‘POLICE, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!’ As he tried to escape, throwing his arms everywhere, I jumped up, hooked my arm around his neck, put him in a headlock and start punching his face! (Yes I can totally justify my actions!)
I used a home office approved take down… yeah right, I used my own version which was, swing him round a few times by his neck whilst punching his face and kicking his legs, until he collapsed on the floor, job done! I would like to point out that he wasn’t exactly nice to me; he pulled my hair, whilst trying to make good his escape!
Other officers arrived; he was handcuffed and taken to custody. One burglar in custody, now the paper work begins.
Some hours later I was chatting with the custody sergeant. The suspect said to us “I want to make a complaint about the officer who did this to my lip,” pointing to his fat blooded lip. The custody sergeant said “of course, it’s this officer you’ll be complaining about, I’ll get the duty inspector to come and see you.”
The suspect looked at me, and then looked at me up and down. He then said “No you’re ok, don’t bother!”
This suspect was 6ft 4, stocky and burgled people’s houses. I am 5ft …
“Darling, it doesn’t matter how tall you are, it’s what you do with your life and how you put yourself out there in the world that defines you, not how tall you are!”
“Yea but do you think I’ll be taller than you.”
“Well, yes it’s very likely!!”
As Rag and Bone Man sings… I am a giant. Love this song
Your attitude is everything. Do you have an attitude of a giant?
I come across people all the time who are wondering why things are not happening for them. The ones that say, ‘why me,’ ‘my business isn’t working,’ ‘this always happens to me,’ why am I skint.’
In life and business you need sloped shoulders for all the shit to run down to the floor and a mind so determined, so strong nothing gets in your way.
It doesn’t matter what you look like, how tall you are, or where you are from, if you have the right attitude you will achieve your goals.
Are you ready to change your attitude?
I am a giant, stand up on my shoulders, tell me what you see…
(Exactly 3 years ago to the day, I completed the Paris Marathan, I nearly stopped part way round but my mind took me over the finish line. I vowed never to do a marathan again, but I am open to options!) ;-)
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