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Love & Compassion on Pump 8

The call came out as an accident under the highway. It was early and I had just had my coffee so I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to crime fight. The call wasn’t assigned to me, but I was closer so I figured I would head that way to see if I could begin helping until the primary officer arrived. As I approached the vehicle it didn’t appear to be involved in a crash. Then a young black male with dreadlocks got out of the vehicle and began to approach me. I noticed his hands were in the air. I quickly got out of my vehicle and began asking if he was okay. I started to look for any signs of intoxication or suspicious activity as he appeared very nervous. It didn’t take long for me to realize that he wasn’t a threat. His hands were still in the air as if he was scared, but desperate for help. I closed the gap in distance between us as I reassured him that I was here to help. Then I saw his shoulders drop and relief on his face as he told me he just ran out of gas. Boy, do I