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bolThe Myths Surrounding Police Suicide

It’s always good to dispel a few of the myths surrounding police suicide, some of which have been perpetuated to keep them hush-hush or carefully closeted within departments.



We Know How Many Police Suicides Happen Each Year


No one knows how many.No one.


Much of the fault lies with police departments themselves, who have done harm to their own officers by muddying the waters, concealing and misclassifying clear cases of suicides as “accidental” or “unknown cause.”


Regardless of which side of the argument one stands, one thing is clear–no formal program has been established by law enforcement to track these figures. This is shameful when you think thatdepartments are spending large amounts to solve a problem for which they have no useable data or reliable information.


Several private organizations claim to have The Numbers.The National Police Suicide Foundation is frequently quoted, for example, when it gives annual numbers (397 for 2007) and averages of 450 per year.Unfortunately, they are unable to back their number with any organized documentation, give numbers for previous years, dates of suicides, departments, ages, or time on the job.While well intentioned and perhaps of some informal use, we cannot give credibility to numbers that can’t be backed up.




Several private organizations claim to have “The Numbers.”The National Police Suicide Foundation is frequently quoted, for example, when it gives annual numbers (397 for 2007) and averages of 450 per year. Unfortunately, they are unable to back their number with any organized documentation, give numbers for previous years, dates of suicides, departments, ages, or time on the job.While well intentioned and perhaps of some informal use, we cannot give credibility to numbers that can’t be backed up.




Our position is that unsubstantiated data is worse than no data at all.


For more on this, as well as our recommendations, read the page “Sloppy Data.”



“PTSD must be traced to one big event.”


It can be.It’s nice and neat that way.Some police agencies are loathe to recognize the important role played by cumulative stress in police work—the daily wounding of the soul over years, over decades.Yes, cumulative stress is a real thing–ask an officer who has been crippled by it.Sadly, it’s the nature of police work and police officers are taught not to talk about it for fear of appearing weak.Banned from the locker room by a code of silence are phrases like:



“I was really afraid.”


“I didn’t know what to do.”


“I was lost.”


“I made a terrible mistake.”


“I wish I could have done something.”


“Sometimes I wonder if this is the job for me.”



Under the heading of “cumulative” are the repeated exposures to screams, to rotting cadavers, assaults, spittings and verbal abuse.


Cumulative PTSD, while still rejected by a few hardliners, has finally been accepted in the medical community as real and diagnosable. To quote one expert, “In some ways, a cop’s work may be even more traumatic than that of a soldier sent into a war zone.The police officer’s job, over many years, exposes and reexposes them to traumatic events that would make anybody recoil in horror.”



Law Enforcement is an Intimate “Family.”


If it is, it’s a classic of dysfunctional families.Law enforcement has always been a world of “dirty little secrets.”The armor must remain intact, at all costs.Even officers love shows like “NYPD Blue” because officers smash mirrors and rip towel racks off the walls in the rest room and call the district attorney “a bitch!”–and get away with it.“Angst” is the name of the game–and it’s great entertainment.In the real world, however, the cop knows she can’t rip down the towel rack–and knows it wouldn’t really help, anyway.



“When in emotional trouble, seek out your fellow officers.”


When you’re in emotional trouble, seek out the help of a licensed professional therapist or medical mental health professional!If you have a peer support officer program in your department, take advantage of them for guidance on how to find one.



“Suicide is an ‘angry act.”


Suicide is a painful act.No person wants to die. For some of us, however, the choices seem so few and the pain so great that the only way of finding escape from the pain seems to be suicide.When I exchanged my gun for the telephone and went to the hospital, my first step was to begin crying—the pain was that deep.No one had told me I could do that.I didn’t realize there was an alternative.



“When you retire, you can relax.”


The suicide rate for retired cops is frightening, and far higher than that of active duty officers.For medically retired officers (which includes those retired on PTSD) the suicide rate is even more shameful.The California Association of Highway Patrolmen (CAHP) reports that the suicide ratefor retired officers triples that of the general population.For medically retired officers, they report, the suicide rate is believed to soar to phenomenal levels.




The California Association of Highway Patrolmen (CAHP) reports that the suicide ratefor retired officers triples that of the general population.For medically retired officers, they report, the suicide rate is believed to soar to phenomenal levels.



Officers cling to the belief, in part based on truth, that they are part of a huge “family” (the ‘brotherhood’) during their careers.When they retire, they suddenly lose that family.They become a nuisance when they show up at their old office to join in coffee breaks.They are relegated to “retiree groups” that render some camaraderie, but which can never equal the feeling of “family” they once felt wearing the badge.


Worse, if they had the misfortune of being retired on a stress related injury, such as PTSD, they are regarded, as one officer said, “like the crazy aunt in the basement.” Some drink.Others lose relationships or engage in reckless behaviors.Some isolate and slide into depression.Average life expectancies are low, for officers.Many, as the figures show, choose to simply end it early.What is that telling us?That we have successfully put a band aid on their wounds, by golly, until we could sweep them away, forgotten and suicidal.


Badge of Life Staff:


1 EDITOR:  Andy O’Hara is a 24 year veteran of the CHP who spent his last day on the bedroom floor with his gun trying to decide whether to shoot himself in the mouth or side of the head.  Hospitalized twice with the effects of his post traumatic stress, he has both written on this topic and spoken to cadets of police agencies in his area.  Through those, he has realized the tremendous potential of a carefully planned, implanted message in this group.  O’Hara was the subject of a Sacramento Magazine article, Relieving the Trauma, in October, 2007.  In addition to his work on police trauma, O’Hara has been a freelance writer and journalist and maintains another site, “Jimston Publishing.” He has authored one book and is writing a second with Dick Augusta on police trauma and sucide.



ASSISTANT EDITOR: Richard (Dick) Augusta‘s career with the California Highway Patrol was cut short in his twelfth year  when, on a traffic stop, a felon got the drop on him and gunned him down.  Dick recovered from his serious wounds but when he tried to return to the road, he was haunted by the post traumatic stress that made him hypersensitive on traffic stops and fearful that he would overreact and harm an innocent person.  In spite of therapy, he was medically retired and now suffers a different kind of depression shared by many medical retirees who suffer not only financially but from feelings that they have been abandoned by their “family” and their wisdom dismissed as useless.  His story can be found in Randy Sutton’s, True Blue, Police Stories by Those Who Have Lived Them.   



3ASSISTANT EDITOR:  Michael Gotfried, was an officer in the California Highway Patrol and served in the San Francisco/Contra Costa offices.  He vividly recalls the moment he was run down by a motorist, sustaining severe injuries that required extensive surgery. He was disability retired in 2004.






 SENIOR MEMBER:   Ed Estes, CHP, retired on disability with 28 years from the Stockton Area.


A truck had overturned and the driver was dead, pinned in the driver’s seat.  Two brothers, ages 2 and 4, were trapped beyond the frantic efforts of Officer Estes and rescue personnel to reach them.  The children were talking softly, gently as diesel fuel poured into the cab and flooded the space occupied by the 2 year-old.  They continued their soft talk until, soon, the compartment filled and the boy was quiet.


The silence still haunts Ed 25 years later.  A survivor of a major trauma in Vietnam, as well, he brings a hard-won wisdom to our program.



Advisory Consultant:  Catherine Leon, Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW), is on staff to advise on program planning and development, technical/medical issues and speaking engagements/training when available.  Her experience with PTSD and knowledge of law enforcement issues bring valuable expertise to our program.


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If you read comments on my post, Spousal Abuse, you will have seen the comment left by rdlght regarding child abuse. I’m not sure why this was commented on as if I’d deliberately left children out of the equation. The post was about spousal abuse. 

Child abuse is a subject I infrequently comment on. Not that I don’t want to help the millions of abused children, I do. But, I also realize that unless I actually see or hear actual abuse, there is very little I can do.

I can write my Congressman, my Representative, the President and the newspaper… things I have done in the past. I also know that unless it’s an election year and this happens to be a “hot” issue, I will get no response and it won’t change a thing.

This country plays a lot of lip service about the protection of it’s children, but until we lock pedophils away for life, give real protection to children who are abused by their mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, etc., that’s all it is – lip service.

It’s been my sad experience that families will protect the abuser in their midst. They would rather let the abuse continue than to make themselves uncomfortable or embarrassed by stopping the abuse. The child suffers in silence – knowing that there is no help and the abuse will only get worse if they do tell.

So, dear rdlght, I understand your anger and your pain. I am assuming that you are a survivor. I hope this is the answer you sought when you commented. Please keep up your efforts as I do.

Blessings, Glo



F-18 Pilot Returns Home To Canine Friend From Iraqi War Zone

By Kristina Davis

Union-Tribune Staff Writer


Scott Linnett / Union-Tribune

Marine Major Brian Dennis greets Nubs

They spent months in an Iraqi war zone cementing a special bond.

But after more than a month of being apart, Marine Maj. Brian Dennis began to worry if Nubs the dog would still remember him, especially in a new place like San Diego.

Their reunion early Saturday at Camp Pendleton clearly showed otherwise.

The 2-year-old old dog, named for his two nubby ears, drenched Dennis’ face with doggie kisses and said hello with excited whimpers.

“You remember that, huh?” Dennis said as he rubbed the dog’s head.

Dennis, an F-18 pilot stationed at Miramar Marine Corp Air Station, was among several Marines to return home from a seven-month tour in Iraq early Saturday.

Among those who also returned was a group that fell in love with seven puppies and also had them brought back to San Diego. They plan to reunite with their new dogs at 3 p.m. At the Rancho Coastal Humane Society.

Nubs, a German shepherd/border collie mix, came to San Diego a month earlier after friends, family and complete strangers raised $3,500 for the dog’s trip out of Iraq.

“It’s almost like ‘Lassie Come Home’ in Iraq,” said Dennis’ mother, Marsha Cargo, who anxiously waited for the unit’s arrival in the wee hours of the morning.

Dennis met Nubs in the Al Anbar Province where the dog ran wild at an Iraqi Border Fort. When Nubs was a puppy, an Iraqi sliced off most of his ears in an attempt to make the dog tough and more alert.

Another time, Nubs was stabbed with a screwdriver, and Dennis nursed him back to health.

When Dennis’ unit, the Border Transition Team, moved camp 70 miles away, Nubs somehow tracked them to their new location two days later.

It was against the rules to keep the dog in camp, and friends jumped in to bring Nubs to San Diego.

“Once he found us there, it seemed like this was supposed to have happened,” Dennis said Saturday. “After he walked all that distance, it seemed like he was supposed to end up in San Diego.”

For the past month, Eric Sjoberg, one of Dennis’ Marine buddies, has been caring for Nubs along with Dennis’ other dog, Bogey.

Nubs has also been learning new tricks and how to behave in a different environment with some help from a dog trainer.

“After running two years out in the desert, he’s got a personality on him,” Sjoberg said.

Dennis said his first outing with Nubs will be a jog on the beach.

“It will consummate the whole journey, going from the sand of Iraq to the sand of San Diego.”


28.JPGThe first nice day in a week and we’ve enjoyed our outings. I took advantage of the warm sun and bathed both of my stinky furfaces. They need to smell good for Zeke’s vet visit and our trip to the mountains.

Now they both smell of jasmine and have fluffy, shining coats. Both are pouting with me. They are now out on the balcony wishing evil upon me. This will last until they need another walk or dinner. At which time, all will be forgiven. 

Jeff is having a week of warm sun and driving southern roadways… his favorite. Actually, he thinks all of us are nuts, can’t drive and should be banned from the roads.

24.JPGHe gets so cranky with the leisurely pace of southern drivers! Stop and smell the roses, I tell him! He growls, “I’d love to… if these people would just get out of my way so I could leave the interstate! The speed limit is 65! They’re going 35! What’s wrong with these people! I hate Georgia, Alabama, etc.!” Grouch!

Being a damn yankee, he just doesn’t get it. Poor man. I love him, so I try to make allowances for his misconceptions and constant need to get there in a hurry.

And he doesn’t like peas or beans, collards or turnips, either. And he hasn’t once begged me to make cornbread… and I make great cornbread.

                       He had a deprived childhood.


Blessings… Glo

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When the Duke LaCrosse boys were first accused then publicly vilified, I was outraged at the injustice. When they were finally cleared, I was still angry over the treatment they had received not only from our legal system and the news, but from the various Women’s groups on and off the Duke campus.

Duke University and it’s various Women’s organizations have once again done themselves proud:

Several Duke University campus organizations, including the Women’s Center, the Student Health Center, and the Women’s Studies Department, sponsored a “Sex Workers Art Show” on February 3rd, at which nearly-nude “artists” danced for students and others while vulgarly criticizing America via acts such as a woman’s pretending to eat excreted dollar bills and a man’s kneeling with an American flag inserted in his rear end.  Two years ago, Duke’s men’s lacrosse team was vilified by the Duke administration and faculty merely for hiring two female strippers for a party (from which emanated false charges of rape and the eventual disbarment of the local district attorney).  A University spokesman explained to a National Journal reporter that the recent show was acceptable because it was “art” and “social commentary,” rather than male-bonding entertainment. [National Journal, 2-11-08; Raleigh News & Observer, 2-6-08]

AB2955~Park-Avenue-Red-PostersWe’ve tried unsuccessfully to find an attorney. We’ve even called the attorneys the first unavailable attorneys referred us to. Everyone is booked solid until at least April. Is Maryland the divorce/custody battle capital of the US? All we want is a little legal advice… 30 minutes of their time!

Surely there are dead attorneys rolling in their graves right now…. Wait, I’ll talk to them for a small fee and their firstborn!!!!! We’ll keep trying.




Beautiful day here today. Sun shining, gentle breeze blowing. After taking the fur faces out for their necessary at noon, I spotted a neighbor sitting in the field DSCF0809with his boxer-mix pup and took the dogs over for a romp. Suzie, my little antisocial princess, did wonderfully. She played with his pup and actually let the guy touch her for a second. Real progress for her. I’m hoping I catch them out more often… Suzie needs the socialization.

I commented a few weeks ago on the girls who had stolen cookie money from a girlscout. Here’s an updated version of the story:

Two Park Vista High School girls who admitted that they swiped money off the table of a Girl Scout selling cookies at a supermarket in Boynton Beach, Fla., in January told WPBF-TV later that they had no remorse.  Said one (on camera):  “We went through all that effort to get [the money].  We got all these charges [against us], and we had to give the money back.  I’m kind of pissed.”  Added the other, “I’m not sorry.  I’m just pissed that I got caught.”  The victim’s mother said that the girls returned to the supermarket the next day and taunted the little girl. [WPBF-TV (West Palm Beach), 2-1-08]

While reading the above story, I happened upon this one:

Trust Me…..

The divorce of Anton Popazov and his wife Nataliya is about to go through, but the couple are still contractually committed to the Moscow State Circus, where their act includes Nataliya’s shooting an apple off of Anton’s head with a crossbow.  The Times of London asked Anton during a show in Sheffield, England, in February whether he was afraid.  “I still trust her because Nataliya is very professional,” he said.  “The show must go on.” [The Times (London), 2-12-08]

As Bugs would have said… What a Maroon!

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dog & heart

I stumbled across the following article.

A kiss is not just a kiss, especially for women. While men use kissing as a prelude to sex or as a way to reconcile, women see it as so much more–and men should pay attention to this. Women use kissing as a way to assess a man as a potential partner, making that first kiss a make-or-break deal for most budding relationships. Once a relationship is established, a woman uses kisses to both maintain intimacy with her partner and run a status check on the state of the relationship or marriage, reports the BBC News.

Meanwhile, men place much less emphasis on the meaning of a kiss. Because they are far less discriminating than women when it comes to deciding whom they will kiss, a kiss doesn’t carry as much hidden meaning. In addition, they are more willing to have sex with someone without ever kissing her, as well as to have sex with a woman to whom they are not really attracted. Even if they think a woman is a bad kisser, they will still have sex with her. Not so for women on all three counts, who view kissing as a way to bond with a man in the short term and maintain a relationship in the long term. As a relationship progresses, men tend to place less emphasis on kissing.

It’s not something I’ve ever thought much about, but have always known instinctively, as I’m sure most women do. A bad kisser just don’t cut it.

I can remember my first kiss and I can remember all the bad kissers. The ones who fell in the “ok” catagory… not so much. The kiss of doom, so to speak, which heralded the end of the relationship, usually within minutes of the kiss, were few. As, unfortunately, were the toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses. I do remember those! In glorious detail!

The worst of the worst was in high school; behind the bleachers. Where else? A boy I’d had a crush on forever (at least a month!), had walked me to the concession stand for a coke and we took the shortcut behind the bleachers on our way back. (hehehehehe) When the big moment came, I puckered up, closed my eyes and waited with baited breath for what I was sure would be the most romantic and passionate kiss of my life! I’d just seen Romeo & Juliet… so I knew all about passionate kissing! My heart pounding away, he softly covered half my face with his mouth and proceeded to slobber all over my face. My eyes popped open, I backed quickly away… crush over. Luckily, I had a napkin.

I am hoping, that sometime, somewhere, someone taught him how to kiss. Or he became a priest.

The best was my very first… lucky for me we moved away shortly thereafter or I’d have been pregnant at 10. God does move in mysterious ways! Thankfully.

My husband is a world class kisser. A knock your socks off, slap your momma, kisser. But, as the article states, I still get lots of pecks, but the really good ones are usually saved for those special occassions… It’s been a gradual tapering off… something I’ve hardly noticed. After reading the article, I think I’m going to meet him at the door this Friday, slap his stuff down and give him a lip lock he won’t forget! Just to make sure he still thinks I give toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses! I may even brush my teeth first.


DSCF0692.JPGSince I am the proud and often tired owner of a lab-mix female, I have been interested in learning as much as I can about this breed.

Labrador Retrievers are the most popular breed in the US. On the plus side, their personalities are good, they are great with kids and are wonderful family dogs. On the minus side, they are, hyperactive and eager to chew on everything and anything. They will also eat almost anything. I say almost, but have yet to find anything our Suzie won’t eat. She is particularly fond of fresh cat poop when she can get it.

Another valuable fact… forewarned is forearmed; Labs are known to mature late – they can act like a puppy for 2 to 4 years. Oh, joy… our Suzie is quite the handful at 7 months and 50 plus lbs. While some pet owners may love this trait, many of us first timers are more than a little shocked when we learn this. You mean she’s going to get bigger and still act like this?!

In addition, Labs do a fair bit of shedding and it is important to regularly brush your dog if you don’t want hair all over your home. We have a saying in our house. If it ain’t covered in dog hair, it ain’t ours. I brush, but we have 2 shedders, both Zeke and Suzie. We are desperately in need an industrial strength vacuum.

Finally, training is very important in Labs. Our Suzie is improving, although she “forgets” sometimes and pulls momma screaming down the stairs or the hill or across the curb, or… well, you get the idea.

Lastly, Labs… our Suzie in particular, are terrible thieves… completely stealing your heart if given half a chance.

Grim3  Gina

Grimm & Gina

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Regarding Marriage

untitled Being newly married myself and still a novice at attempting to live with this stranger I call my husband, I find myself pondering this strange and endlessly funny state of being. Over the last year I have collected a few quotes on the subject in my struggle to learn how to “do marriage correctly”… I’m a great believer in research. I learned much and nothing at all from all this study. Marriage seems to be a “hands on” project. 

Here is a sampling of the quotes I enjoyed most in my hunt for truth, justice and the American way of marriage. 

  • If variety is the spice of life, marriage is the big can of leftover Spam.
  • Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.
  • Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.
  • I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and calm your most frightening fears, to fight your battles and show no shame to scream my love for you out loud all over the land.
  • Behind every good man stands a suprised mother-in-law
  • Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny; how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous with that poor little State and Church-begotten weed, marriage?
  • In marriage we marry a mystery, an other, a counterpart. In a sense the person we marry is a stranger about whom we have a magnificent hunch. The person we choose to marry is someone we love, but his depths, her intimate intricacies – we will come to know only in the long unraveling of time. We know enough about our beloved to know that we love him, to imagine that, as time goes on, we will come to enjoy her even more, become even more of ourselves in her presence. To our knowledge we add our willingness to embark on the journey of getting to know him, of coming to see her, even so wonderfully more.

    Swept up by attraction, attention, fantasy, hope, and a certain happy measure of recognition, we agree to come together for the mysterious future, to see where the journey will take us. This companionship on life’s journey is the hallmark of marriage, its natural province, its sweetest and most primal gift.

    In promising always, we promise each other time. We promise to exercise our love, to stretch it large enough to embrace the unforeseen realities of the future. We promise to learn to love beyond the level of our instincts and inclinations, to love in foul weather as well as good, In hard times as well as when we are exhilarated by the pleasures of romance.

    We change because of these promises. We shape ourselves according to them; we live in their midst and live differently because of them. We feel protected because of them. We try some things and resist trying others because, having promised, we feel secure. Marriage, the bond, makes us free to see, to be, to love. Our souls are protected; our hearts have come home.

  • If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.
  • Where’s home for you?’ a stranger asked a fellow traveler. ‘Wherever she is,’ came the reply, as the man pointed at his wife.
  • We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet … I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything; the good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things … all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying, ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.
  • When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge than to let her keep him
  • All married couples should learn the art of battle as they should learn the art of making love. Good battle is objective and honest –never vicious or cruel. Good battle is healthy and constructive, and brings to a marriage the principle of equal partnership.
  • The most difficult year of marriage is the one you’re in.
  • It’s a wonderful thing, as time goes by, to be with someone who looks into your face, when you’ve gotten old, and still sees what you think you look like.
  • It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
  • Try praising your wife, even if it does frighten her at first.

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My friend, Meg, sent the following safety points for women to me and I wanted to pass it along.


We live in a world that is full of predators. Sometimes we women need to be reminded of this.


Because of recent abductions in daylight hours, I am passing along these things to do

in an emergency situation…

This is for you, and/or for you to share with your wife, your children, everyone you know.

After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about.

It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.


1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!

2. From a tourist guide in New Orleans:  If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. (DON’T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR , LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.

5. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF!

Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.

6. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:


A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat


B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

C.) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger tiger side.. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)


7. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)

8. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!

9. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of suspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted  his next victim.


Another Safety Point:

Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door. The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.He told her that they think a serial killer has a babys cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear babys cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night.

Please pass this on. DO NOT open the door for a crying baby —-

This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby theory was mentioned on Americas Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana


Id like you to forward this to all the women you know.

It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle.

I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well.


Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and its better to be safe than sorry..

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