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All Lives Matter Pt.3 - Let's talk about cops

Here's a thought:
How often have you encountered a police officer?
me: Possibly too often. I get pulled over a lot. There are often officer patrolling events I am at. I'm in cities a lot where they are working traffic. I also have one as a family member and a few as close personal acquaintances.
What is your overall opinion of the officers you have had contact with?
me: I'd say they're about 50% douschey and 50% stand up people. Even a stand up person can be a dousche sometimes. Even a dousche can be a stand up person sometimes. My officer family member would give the shirt off his back, is a family man, probably has his douschey "I'm a cop" moments but otherwise is a great guy.

ONE TIME... I got pulled over and an officer approached my vehicle with his hand on his gun and yes, I feared for my life. I was afraid and scared and I didn't know why he would do this. After speaking with my family member about the incident, he said that the officer I encountered was probably a rookie, he may have been put off by my tinted windows on my SUV, and my vehicle may have come back as a possible stolen vehicle (may have matched an active stolen vehicle report).

The officer I encountered approached, spoke in a (very) loud voice, announced himself in what I would call an awkward manner(I am officer ________ badge # ________ from _______twp police) while having his hand on his gun. Although I was scared I was polite- being scared actually prompted me to do everything you SHOULD do when pulled over: Lower your window all the way, put both hands on the wheel, respectfully answer the officer and only do what he asks you to do. He calmed down, I did not calm down until I drove away from him. I was scared because he had a gun, he had his hand on it, and even though we were on a back country road in broad daylight there was little to no traffic. As a young (23 or 24 at the time) petite woman in this situation I was expecting the worst. But it seems so was the officer. My family member told me I SHOULD HAVE lowered the back dark tinted windows at least half way to make the officer feel safer. I started doing that after that meeting.

Food for thought:
We are just as scared of them as they are of us. I wasn't a threat, but whatever could be hiding behind those dark windows in the back seat could have been.
They are here to protect us, but they must also protect themselves.
You can never be too sure what you are dealing with.

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