Reblogged from Geoffrey David West:

“This lady dragged my head above the water, then managed to pull me to the seashore, where my parents hadn’t even realised I’d got out of my depth,” Andy said, leaning forward on the table. “Honestly, that lady risked her life, swam out to sea in a dangerous current to save me, and then she just slipped away into the crowd before we even had chance to thank her.”

“It’s always the way,” Jane agreed. “People do you huge favours, even save your life, but you can never repay them—sometimes you can’t even say thank you!”

A police station canteen at 3am on a freezing winter’s night can take on the role of a confessional box in church. Officers in ones, twos, and threes sitting at tables, gloomily nibbling biscuits and supping tea, most of us putting off the dreadful prospect of going out on our cold beats as long as possible. Sharing anecdotes amongst close colleagues is almost de rigeur.

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