Sometimes, interaction with the police goes well.
I'm just going to C&P what I sent to some friends yesterday evening, so some chronology issues might seem a little wonky.
Well, that was an exciting way to kick off the dinner hour. D called me and said there was a teenager down the side of hour house, looking in the dining room window. The yard is fenced and gated, so it was a very deliberate move on his part.
I went out to have a look, and pushed the gate, slightly ajar, open a little farther, and saw a kid sitting on the walkway, sort of rocking back and forth a little...but with a length of polypro rope around his neck. Loose, but wrapped two or three times. I said to myself "Hell no," and went inside to call 911.
3 police cars, 2 ambulances and a fire truck. The police were there before I even got off the phone with dispatch. Apparently, they'd been looking for him, but I don't know the circumstances. By the time they got there, he was prone on the walkway, and in some distress. The officers were trying to bring him around, and it looked like he was starting a seizure.
In the end, they took him to the ambulance on a stretcher, and he was conscious, with his face in his hands.
We were told he was going to be fine, and we had a little mutual admiration society - me thanking them for their incredibly quick response and the kind way they dealt with everything. And them thanking me for....basically...not f'ing it up. Phoning and not intervening was the thing to do, apparently. I sure thought so at the time.
At first, my amygdala was pushing for me to defend my home, but the reptilian coxtex lost out to the chicken cortex and I chose what I think was the wiser - and certainly safer route.
I was contrasting our so-recent experience with the ones we hear about in the news, and, in this case, the police couldn't have been better.
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My part in this was very minimal; all I did was call 911. 
