Guest Post: Danny

Please welcome Keith Bettinger, a retired police officer from Suffolk County, NY. Keith has offered us several stories which we will see in the coming weeks.

By Keith Bettinger

Being the guest speaker chairperson for the Shields of Long Island at the time, I needed to find a Christmas meeting speaker for the December meeting. I was fortunate to find John Carlsen. At that time, John was a Deputy Inspector with the Nassau County, N.Y. Police Department. He and his wife, Kathleen had a son named Danny. John came to the Shields meeting because he had a story to tell, a story about Danny.

Danny was a unique child. Prenatal ultrasound showed a condition named hydrocephalus, or commonly referred to as “water on the brain.” Suggestions were made to terminate the pregnancy. After a great deal of discussion, prayer, and tears, Kathleen and John said no. They would have their child and love him no matter what.

On June 6, 1983, Danny was born. Not only did he have hydrocephalus, but he also had spina bifida. Within an hour of his birth, Danny underwent dangerous surgery. Danny wasn’t expected to survive, but he did. Doctors said he would never walk or talk. Kathleen and John never gave up hope.

Danny grew up to be a loving, wonderful child. He went to school. He had many friends. None of them looked at Danny as being handicapped. Danny just used special equipment to get around and get around he did. He competed in the New York State Games for the Physically Challenged and did so for six years, winning more than twenty gold medals.
Danny also became a Youth Ambassador for March of Dimes. He was a natural for the job, having a warm smile, and the gift of gab. He was a born politician. Helping the March of Dimes was important to Danny. Every time his photo appeared in the paper, he called his father at work and said “Hey, Dad, I’m famous again!”

Being different from other children never stopped Danny or his family. He and his parents did everything other families do. They went to baseball games. They visited Disneyworld. They even toured the Smokey Mountains by helicopter. Danny was so well known and liked, that in 1994, his community invited him to be the official lighter of the village Christmas tree.

Danny endured many surgeries during his childhood. He seemed to give strength to the people around him. He had an amazing sense of humor and a quick wit. At the same time, he was sensitive. He wasn’t embarrassed if hugged and kissed in front of his friends. As John said, Danny was one of a kind.

Danny visited his father and the officers assigned to the bureau. Danny loved police officers, and the officers enjoyed his visits. Like many kids, Danny wanted to be a cop. At home, Danny would write his own police reports about the activities in the neighborhood. He told his parents when he grew up, he was going to be a police officer.

This troubled John and Kathleen. As Danny grew up, they always encouraged him to do his best, that he could be anything he wanted to be. After all the encouragement given their son, how could they tell him, the one thing he really wanted to be, was beyond his reach?

One day in August 1995, Danny woke up with what appeared to be a cold. His parents looked after him that morning. John was sitting on the bed with Danny when Danny stopped breathing. He had developed myocarditis. His parents called 911 and Danny’s heroes – the police responded. They came with their patrol cars and ambulances. John gave his son CPR and the officers helped. They rushed the child who wanted to be just like them, to the hospital. Doctors did their best, but to no avail. If you ever tried to save a child’s life and lost, you know the anguish. Few people know the agony of trying to save their own child and losing that battle.

As devastated as they were, John and Kathleen decided to let Danny give the gift of sight to those in need. Doctors harvested his corneas and sent them to other hospitals.
At the funeral John and Kathleen were amazed to see how many people loved Danny. More than one thousand people attended his wake. Everyone came to pay their respects; friends and relatives, school bus drivers, teachers, and of course his police officers, all came to say their goodbyes.

The day of Danny’s funeral he received full police honors. Members of the Emergency Services Unit were his pallbearers. There were rows of police cars outside the church. Police Officers stood at attention and saluted while bagpipes played. School Crossing Guards stood in formation. Motorcycles escorted the procession to the cemetery where an honor guard waited for Danny; mounted officers, and his friends from Emergency Services. Officers saluted, crying.

John and Kathleen wanted to share Danny with the people who received his eyes. They contacted the eye bank and asked for a meeting. After a while, a letter arrived. One of the recipients, wanted to meet them. He wanted to thank them for allowing Danny’s cornea to be donated and giving him the gift of sight. Kathleen and John wanted to let this young man know what a wonderful child Danny was.

When they met this man, Ray, they realized once again, God and Danny work in mysterious ways. Ray was about to lose the sight in one eye due to the infection. Danny’s cornea saved not only Ray’s sight, but his job as well. The job Ray was able to keep is the job he wanted and enjoyed; Ray is a New York City Police Officer.

Danny finally got the job he always wanted.
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Keith Bettinger is a retired Suffolk County, NY Police Officer. He’s been writing for law enforcement publications for over 25 years and has received 18 awards for his articles, stories, and books. He has written two books, Fighting Crime with Some Day and Lenny, and End of Watch. He has also contributed his writings in many anthologies including the recently released, I Pledge Allegiance…

 

 

Dispatcher Appreciation Week

Dispatchers

The Thin Gold Line

911

Between the Thin Red Line, the Thin Blue Line and the Thin White Line lies the Thin Gold Line. This narrowest of lines represents those who are rarely seen but always heard and appreciated. The calm voice in the dark, the heroes behind the scenes, the Golden Link that holds it all together:

DISPATCHERS

 

By Thonie Hevron

The week of April 10-16, 2016 is National Public Safety Telecommunicators Appreciation week, also known as Dispatcher Appreciation Week.  Dispatchers answer most of the incoming calls to public safety departments, assess and route the 911 calls, take appropriate action (some centers provide EMD-Emergency Medical Dispatch which means a dispatcher will direct the caller in first aid techniques to mitigate problems until the arrival of fire-fighters/paramedics) and relay important information to officers in the field. There is so much more they do: keep locations of patrol units in their heads as well as updated on the computer, provide confidential information when needed, recall bad guys’ dates of birth, listen for a tone in an officer’s voice to indicate trouble or need or whatever…

Telecommunicators Week began in California in 1981 and quickly grew to national recognition. Just ten years later, Congress designated the second full week of each April as a time to remember the critical role that dispatchers play in keeping us all safe.

Yesterday, the Sonoma County dispatchers celebrated twenty years of April Dispatcher Appreciation get-togethers. The venue was Sally Tomatoes in Rohnert Park and the event was well attended. My estimate was over one hundred dispatchers, retired and active-duty, as well as managers and department heads.

Here is a mug shot of the usual suspects: Kathleen, Daralyn, Kathrina, and Jan are seated. I’m standing next to Natalie and Carli. Here are the faces of the women who calmed the mother of the dead baby down enough to get an address (not all calls are on landlines), who woke the fire-fighters up for the inferno next door, and the dispatcher who stayed on the phone with a young caller who heard an intruder in her home.

I’ve been through a lot with these women. There’s a bond that transcends distance and time. All but three are retired now. During the luncheon, someone brought up Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD). Natalie asked the table, “How many of you have trouble sleeping?” To a person, we all raised a hand. It was a little humbling to realize that we all have scars from the job. But we live with them and temper the ghosts with fun memories of camaraderie, blowing off steam, and the knowledge of a job well done. The general public will never see these things and that’s just fine by us. We know we did what we were supposed to do—trained to do.

If you don’t notice when you’re on the phone with us, that’s fine with us.