Christian Family Services Ministry

5-4-2024 – A Word to the Wise – Some calls never leave the memory of a police officer, it was mid-summer we had answered a couple of disturbance call. I have just finished the reports. “341 you have a missing child 3200 Minco” “341 in route” This is the kind of call you really do not want to get. Most often it’s a runaway or the child did not make it home and was with friends.

“341 put us out.” About then this frantic mother ran up to the car. “My daughter never does this something has happened. Can you give us a full description, how old is she, what is she wearing who are her friends. “Mam, we will keep you advised, please call if she shows up.”

“341 put us out on this nine-year-old black female wearing a bright yellow dress, about 4’5, 80 pounds.

This means we will be out the rest of the evening looking for the child. We will not be able to answer any other calls until she is found.

So, we began to look in all the possible places a nine-year-old would go. Two hours go by. Let’s try down by the railroad track maybe she if playing there. No child.

It gets weary stopping and asking people if they have seen her, but none have. ‘Lord, we need you to lead us to the child.

Twenty minutes later we pass an overgrown area with grass and weeds. I happened to look over and see a bit of yellow. For some reason it caught my attention. Stop John, let me go check this out.

About twenty yards half hidden in the grass is the little girl. She is weeping and moaning. I look down and she has no panties but is bleeding virginally and out of her rectum. “John call for an ambulance, hurry. I stooped down to comfort her. John tells me no one is available and that it will be 30 minutes before one is free. I shook my head, let’s take her to Baylor.

I picked up the frail child and hurried to the squad car. Got in the front seat and John shuts the door.

We are off in a rush, “341 request code three to Baylor” “341 your authorized code three and we are notifying Baylor you’re on the way. The siren cries moanfully as we fly down the narrow streets, light reflecting off the other vehicles and store windows.

The little child continues to moan softly. We pull into the service bay and doctors and nurses are waiting. I handed her over, this frail blood-soaked little child.

Later, that evening striping off the blood-soaked uniform, I cried.