Huntingteckel
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During my time as a police officer I had to listen to a lot of profanity. Both from my fellow officers and from the citizens of the city. Daily having that much profanity pumped into my head caused me to start cussing myself. Especially in stressful situations.
I remember pulling over a drunk guy after he ran over a mailbox. He was probably driving 90mph and if he had come into my lane before he passed me I probably would have died. I turned around and hit the blue lights. I thought I wasn't going to be able to catch him. For whatever reason I he actually stopped at a red light. When I caught up to him he I stopped my car and when I got out he took off. Six or seven blocks later, after almost hitting a few houses and cars, he ran over the median and flipped his truck. He tried to run on foot but me and my partner got him before he really made it three steps. I cussed this man out. I mean it was like an out of body experience. I could not believe the profanity that was coming out of my mouth and it was like I couldn't stop. I kept trying to shut up but I couldn't. He could have killed me. He could have killed so many people by choosing to drive that night. And after it all I was more mad at myself than at him.
That was the only person I ever cussed at the entire time I was at the police department. I thought the next day that I really needed to stop cussing. That was probably two years ago. Until a couple of weeks ago I was still cussing, but not as often. But, a couple of weeks ago I started actively praying. Not for myself, but for others here on the forum and family and friends. Three or four days ago it was like God just reached down and pulled it out of me. I have only cussed once, and that was last night (I'm potty training my wife's dog and it's really getting old), but other than that no profanity has left my lips! Praise God!
Hopefully this wasn't a boring read. I threw in the cop story because it was relevant and I thought someone may enjoy it!
David
I remember pulling over a drunk guy after he ran over a mailbox. He was probably driving 90mph and if he had come into my lane before he passed me I probably would have died. I turned around and hit the blue lights. I thought I wasn't going to be able to catch him. For whatever reason I he actually stopped at a red light. When I caught up to him he I stopped my car and when I got out he took off. Six or seven blocks later, after almost hitting a few houses and cars, he ran over the median and flipped his truck. He tried to run on foot but me and my partner got him before he really made it three steps. I cussed this man out. I mean it was like an out of body experience. I could not believe the profanity that was coming out of my mouth and it was like I couldn't stop. I kept trying to shut up but I couldn't. He could have killed me. He could have killed so many people by choosing to drive that night. And after it all I was more mad at myself than at him.
That was the only person I ever cussed at the entire time I was at the police department. I thought the next day that I really needed to stop cussing. That was probably two years ago. Until a couple of weeks ago I was still cussing, but not as often. But, a couple of weeks ago I started actively praying. Not for myself, but for others here on the forum and family and friends. Three or four days ago it was like God just reached down and pulled it out of me. I have only cussed once, and that was last night (I'm potty training my wife's dog and it's really getting old), but other than that no profanity has left my lips! Praise God!
Hopefully this wasn't a boring read. I threw in the cop story because it was relevant and I thought someone may enjoy it!
David