In 1972 I was 23, I had car trouble on I-5 in Seattle Wa. I pulled over to the shoulder and since it was 3am I decided to sleep in the back seat until daylight. I was fast asleep and heard a tapping sound, I woke up to a flashlite shinning in my face and a voice said what are you doing here? I told the State trooper my problem and he said it was not a good idea to sleep in a parked car on this busy freeway (speed limit then was 70) so he gave me a ride to the next exit and so I could call someone for help. When I got back to where my car was it was gone. I found out my car was at the tow yard, when I got there they showed me my car and I almost fainted, someone had fallen asleep on the freeway doing 70 and rear ended my car. I never did find out that trooper's name but that night he saved my life.

Hi Ingrid,

I enjoyed you "appearance" on Coast to Coast and thought I'd share my experience.

I had always wanted to "believe", but never had a real reason to, until an August night in 1977. I was a Rookie Officer of 21, I had been on a small city PD for 4 months. Keep in mind, in those days, you were put on the street prior to attending the Academy.

I was off duty, at home one evening, when over the scanner I heard units and an ambulance dispatched to XXX, XXXXX St. I knew the address! It was that of a couple that I had known for a couple of years. They were an over the road truck driving team. They had two Daughters, 17 and 12,(I knew both well). They would be gone for days/ weeks at a time, the older daughter took care of the household when Mom and Dad were on the road, she was a mature young lady. I did know that she was "smitten" by an EMT who worked for the EMS, he was much older, and a user... This night was to be their first date.

Hi, Ingrid. I enjoyed listening to your interview on Coast as well as the wonderful stories told by the policemen.

I haven't much to add, but years ago during a time when I was meditating on a fairly regular basis, I often had strange occurences, mostly fits of strong intuition. Those "knowings" usually helped save me or someone from danger, but an odd side effect was that I knew when the police cars would be approaching my car.

Hello,

I wanted to share a story with you as you requested on Coast to Coast.

My name is Steven LaPlume. I was a military Police man, (actually called a security Policeman in the Air force) witness at the RAF Bentwaters/Rendlesham forest UFO incident. But my story happened a few years later when I was an Auxiliary Police officer n Leominster Massachusetts.

This incident happened about 1984.

Living downriver I have been in a position to hear some fascinating stories -- some are warm positive experiences, some are benign, and others are truly scary if you are not prepared for the strange and unexplained things.

In my jurisdiction there stands a home that is over 100 years old. The area I work in as strong historical significance to slavery and the abolishitonist movement. At the time of my expereince this home was uninhabitated.

The home was a brick three story victorian style home on a large corner lot. My partner and I got called to the residence one evening to investigate a possible burglary. A neighbor close by noticed an open door and called the police. This seemed strange to my partner and I because we had worked that district together for nearly 3 years and had never been aware of any problems at that house.

Yes, about 16 yrs. ago, in Erie, Pa. a police officer Richard Burchick, was shot and killed by a 18 yr. old kid, when officer Burchick was chasing him about a stolen car, reports of drugs, and gun fire comin from a car full of his buddys.

Officer Burchick left a wife and 3 young children behind.

About 20 years ago I was working the 12-8 shift in a small city south of Boston called Plymouth. I was driving north on Rt 3 near the central part of the city when at 3:00A.M. I suddenly saw two bright lights floating around an apartment building which was situated East near the state forest area. I pulled over and got out of my cruiser and watched the lights, wondering what they were.

I am not a policeman, but I do have experience where I'm pretty sure one saved my life.

In 1992, I was a California Highway Patrol Officer. I was patrolling the back roads of Kern County California, just outside of Bakersfield, CA. It was 5 pm on a Sunday afternoon, 106 degrees. I initiated an enforcement stop on a vehicle which was weaving side to side. As I made the stop I noticed that there were two male passengers and the driver.

Years ago I responded to a baby drowning. I got that baby assistance and she lived. About 4 years after that I was driving by the same residence and stopped. I spoke with the mother who called her child from across the street and said this is the man that saved you. I got a hug. That more than made up for being shot at and shooting someone.
12 years--NOPD

My father died at the age of eighty-two. This in itself is not significant to anyone but his family. What happened four days later though, is.

For nearly seventeen years I’ve patrolled the streets of San Diego, California. I began my career in the late 1980s, when the rock cocaine epidemic was at its peak, crystal methamphetamine was exploding onto the scene, and gangs openly wore colors and engaged in drug-fueled battles over territory.

I’ve worked in poverty-stricken neighborhoods with bad schools; middle-class neighborhoods with working-class everyday folk; ultra-wealthy, gated communities with high-walled homes; and border communities where the only thing that separates have and want is a piece of corrugated steel fence.

One late afternoon in August, I received a call on a domestic assault in progress. The assault occurred at a house just outside of town and involved a husband and wife. I was a brand-new deputy and didn’t have much experience under my belt.

As I was driving down the dirt road, within a mile of the residence, I had the sudden urge to roll up my window. Keep in mind, this was a hot summer day, and I was only minutes from the house. Was it a sixth sense, divine guidance, or an angel telling me what to do? I don’t know. I do know, however, I followed the urge and rolled up the window.