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THE ANGRY GIRL AND THE SAD GIRL
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
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Thursday, 13th October 2011 @ 02:06:45 AM in AEST
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As a Deputy Sheriff on duty one day in New Port Richy, FL, I was dispatched to a call in my zone of a Domestic Battery in Progress Involving a weapon. It was a single story cement block structure of 3 bedrooms and 2 baths with attached garage of about 1,200 square feet.
Upon arrival I heard screaming coming from the area of the garage. I entered the residence via the open front door and peeked carefully into the garage from the inside access door with my weapon drawn. What I observed was a tall skinny girl screaming unintelligible curse words at and slashing at an 8 foot by 4 foot section of wood flooring paneling with a large kitchen butcher knife. With each thrust of the knife the girl screamed louder in a violent attempt to kill her father, mother, and baby brother who were standing on the other side of wooden shield.
I ordered her to drop the knife and she turned around then lunged at me with the knife. I saw nothing in her eyes but hatred and rage. I immediately suspected that I was dealing with a demon possessed individual. I prayed out loud “The blood of Jesus Christ is ordering you to stop!” The girl stopped dead in her tracks and she dropped to the garage floor and sat at my feet and clung to my pant legs after having dropped the knife. Her parents and brother stepped out from behind their barricade and we all went inside.
Getting to the point of the facts involved in what I had observed, the parents relayed to me that their daughter (I'll call her Sandy for her protection) was an uncontrollable deaf 17 year old girl who in recent months had begun to lash out at everyone in her family and had tried to kill each one of them several times with a knife or by lighting fires while they slept. Each time before Law Enforcement was forced to return her to the custody of her parents after Baker Acting her which only allowed for her to be out of the home for 72 hours of observation at a time. Previously none of her acts had been perpetrated in the presence of a Law Enforcement Officer. They were forced to live in fear for their lives and were finally relieved to know I had witnessed her acts.
I told Sandy that she was under arrest and she blurted out words I could hardly understand as she said “I know!” She then laid her head on my shoulder as if she had found some type of Peace. I knew there was much more at stake here than just a felonious act. Her mom and dad were utterly amazed at her sudden change in demeanor and quite honestly, so was I.
I transported her to the jail in New Port Richey where my wife was on duty at the booking reception area. During the transport I heard clearly a mans deep throated voice coming from this diminutive petite 17 year old deaf girl yelling “Hey! Where are you taking me!” I responded “Get behind me Satan! Jesus blood is now covering me and my prisoner and you will no longer find a home inside of her!” Then there was silence as the girl appeared to fall into a peaceful sleep.
At the jail I spoke quietly to my wife Kathie about the events that had transpired that evening. I asked her to take her into a private cell to do her initial pat down search but to share the Good News of Salvation with her at the same time. I had done so already myself in the cruiser. Kathie and I both that evening had felt the little hairs on the backs of our heads standing up but even though we both trembled, our responses had been to plead the Blood of Christ. I admit I had been terrified as well because their was no doubt in my mind what we were dealing with, because we had both come upon possessed inmates before. Our response was always not in our own strength because fear freezes you tongue and dries up your throat. It was I am convinced to my core, that at those times, it's the Holy Spirit Himself ripping those words out of our mouths.
After getting off of duty that night, Kathie and I called our pastor, Kurt Miller and relayed what we had both experienced that evening. He asked me where the girl Sandy was presently at and we told him that due in large part to our pleadings with our administrators and eventually with the State Attorney's Office, we had convinced them to send her to a local mental health facility. That way Law Enforcement Officials and Ministers would be the only people allowed to visit the girl outside of medical personnel. Pastor Miller said, “Well come on Rob, lets' Go!”
We visited with Sandy and Sandy was once again given the Good News and this time she became a Born Again Believer. Years later I saw Sandy's mom and dad who literally ran up to me at a Kmart Store and practically knocked me over and told me how well Sandy was doing and was away at College with a Christian husband. Thanks be to God!
An interesting side bar to this story is that this was the second time that I had been privileged to intervene with a pastor in a life changing event. I had been given a suicide note written by a young woman who had been enrolled in medical school. At that time I had just visited with my old pastor, Don Ralston when a concerned citizen who did not want to be identified came up to me and split. I ran to Don and said “Would you like to come?” He said, “Lead the way Bob!” I could never get him to call me Rob. It was Either Robby or Bob! I just lived with it. But I prefer Rob though even though my family calls me Robby, and I don't mind that at all. Oh, so what would you guess happened? That's right. Another new born babe in Christ was born that night. I'll call her Michelle even though that wasn't her name. Years later her parents called me to their home in a very upscale millionaires compound. They held out two titles to two things! One was a brand new Jaguar convertible and the other was to their mansion, complete with an olympic sized pool, tennis court, and sitting on the very edge of a country club. I said what are these, and they said they are now yours, for giving us back our daughter and now this! The this was made manifest when Michelle came running into my arms and showered me with kissed and hugs and then they all did. Behind Michelle wer two giggling beautiful 2 year old twin daughters in pink dresses with flowers in thei hair. These folks told me that these gifts were for giving back to them their most precious possession, their daughter, whi was also a twin as well. I didn't know what to do, and stood there in silence for what seemed an eternity when I blurted out “I can't accept this because I didn't do anything more than what my job expected of me, but it is Jesus Christ, the Son Of God Himself who gave you back your girl. You may give Him the glory and praise and honor, but thank you again. I must thankfully but gratefully refuse your gift!? I stood a few seconds longer and thought to myself “What and who just said all that?” That sure wasn't my nature to refuse such fabulous gifts. Then I must have smiled when I realized, “OH yeah. That was the Holy Spirit” telling me that if I tell others to lay up their treasures
in Heaven and be content with what we have here and now that I had just put my money where my mouth was.
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Re: THE ANGRY GIRL AND THE SAD GIRL
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by emystar on
Thursday, 13th October 2011 @ 02:40:22 AM AEST
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Awesome writing, friend.
All your writings true or not are very interesting to read but I know this is true.
Keep um coming.
Blessings,
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