So, like, y’all wanna hear story?

#StoryTime It’s was just another ordinary November day. I was brand new on midnights, just a few months off FTO. I was still adjusting to being a cop, being on midnights, and figuring out my coworkers. I was fortunate that the midnights were, and still are, the tightest group.

Well. Boys and girls. Buckle your seatbelts.

Uncle Beans got a #StoryTime for you. I came in to work today feeling good. I had two much needed days off from work where I did absolutely nothing, ate good, and rested. My body was rested, my mind recalibrated, and my spirit high. I was ready for whatever this shift had in store for me.

Or so I thought.

Attention people: rant ahead. Today, something happened that bothered me to my core. The girl who works at the front desk of my gym is an absolute sweetheart. She’s genuinely just a pure hearted person who always has the biggest smile on her face and goes out of her way to be friendly and welcoming.

Today I received a call that someone dropped their medication and needed help picking them up. Yes. An actual call. I rolled my eyes and thought “you CANT be serious?” I arrive, pissed off as ever, and ready to see who the fuck had the audacity to call. What i saw humbled me. It was a quadriplegic who was confined to a bed. He had lost both of his legs and his arms were basically dead weight too. The look of embarrassment on his face said it all. The medication was legitimately a few inches from his grasp. He starts by sighing and saying “believe me,