The Night Is Mine

The author recounts his experiences as a police officer, shares his impressions of fellow officers, and describes inept crooks, traffic accidents, dysfunctional families, and street people

"This cop knocked me down and kicked me in the spine," my prisoner whined... "I can't feel anything below my waist." The doctor looked at me, and I shook my head in disgust. Rolling him over, the doctor looked at the small of his back. "Doesn't seem to be any trauma," he said.

"Well, I'm paralyzed, and I know you can't tell no difference by just lookin'," the man replied arrogantly. "That's right," the doctor said, lifting the man's legs one at a time and letting them drop to the cot. "I can't tell just by looking. There are other tests I have to use." I had seen the doctor remove a needle from a sterile pocket, but apparently the patient had not. When the doctor plunged the needle into his foot, the reaction was immediate.... he screamed, jumping off the cot and bouncing around, his foot in the air. "You drove that thing all the way through my foot! I'll sue!"

"Hallelujah," I declared. "He's healed of his paralysis."

"I sometimes don't even know my own powers," the doctor said with a smile. "You can take him on to jail."