And for the record, the whole thing is unsafe for everyone. My dad is a retired DC police LT, and he lost his best friend in a domestic call in 1976. It was his last call at the end of his shift, at 6 am in the morning. The wife called the cops, he responded, and he was met at the front door with a fatal gunshot.
Ugh.
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
