Compassionate Cops
"Yesterday, SGT McCoy met a man by the name of Dan Williams, age:57, sitting in front of Wendy's in Horn Lake. He was down on his luck and was hungry. SGT McCoy walked him inside and offered to buy the man lunch. The Wendy's Management would not let the deputy pay, because they covered Mr. Williams' meal instead!
SGT McCoy sat down and ate lunch with Mr. Williams. He found out that Mr. Williams had no money or phone and has been catching rides from Ohio in an attempt to get down to Monroe, Louisiana to be with family.
SGT McCoy could tell that Mr. Williams had a good heart and wanted to help him, so he got with Deputies Brea, Garrett, and Andrews. They all pulled money out of their own pockets and pitched in to buy Mr. Williams an $89.00 Greyhound bus ticket to get home, along with an additional $60.00 for some food and necessities. SGT McCoy later said that Mr. Williams broke down and cried as he was dropping him off at the bus station in Memphis, TN. Mr. Williams looked over to SGT McCoy and told him, "Out of all of the people that reached out to help me in my time of need, it was the cops. Thank you!!"
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compassion we hear about every day....thanks for passing this along..
Also this story has been floating on the internet for a few years already.
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Heartwarming.
Hallelujah! Not all cops are jaded and corrupt.
K&R
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Btw, I've a soft spot in my heart for one young Tennessee cop, a hwy patrolman in Bristol (the other end of the state). He treated me so decently one night after stopping me for speeding. Never had been pulled over by such a sweet cop ever before. 
Also reminds me of the last time we were in a little wide-place-in-the-road called "Quiet side of the Smokies," officially named Townsend. Outside the small sandwich Shoppe where we were ordering lunch, there was an older bedraggled gentleman who obviously was having some mental and mobility issues. He was pacing and mumbling to himself. Customers at the counter were looking a bit worried about him. The waitress behind the counter, sensing our concern, told us all what she knew about his story, about his being a homeless Vietnam vet with debilitating PTSD. And of course he was broke. So touched by the story, the lady in front of us put $6 or $7 on the counter and told the waitress she was paying for his food. Then the dam broke! Most all the customers, us included, went to the tip basket and filled it with a bundle of bills, enough for him to stay overnight at the cheap motel nearby. This was after we learned that he sometimes spends nights sleeping on porches of businesses or at the sm local jail where compassionate cops also feed him breakfast the next morning. Don't remember having such an experience before.
And I don't think there are any "social services" in that tiny burg other than the local wait-staff and the warmhearted cops and tourists.
I should always remember this man whenever I start slipping into any self-pitting state.
