The Three Year Old Boy

Frank Borelli
Editor-in-Chief
Officer.com

like every other cop DATELINE: Boca Raton, FL Sunday, July 26, 2003 I met a little boy I'll never forget today at about 2:45PM. Terrance seemed a pleasant youngster of about 3 years old. He was unusually quiet and our meeting was quite by chance. While heading southbound on I-95 at Glades road, en route to see a friend from the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial (Washington DC) who was visiting in Pampano Beach, my wife and I encountered a Chevy trailblazer. It was lying on its passenger side in the gore at the south bound exit ramp to Glades Rd. The Chevy had come to rest only seconds prior to our arrival. I stopped our car in the freeway gutter and carefully made my way across the road as traffic began to back up. There was an adult black male lying face down on the asphalt roadway. He was moaning, and bleeding from the spot where the back of his skull met the windshield. He was alert and conversational. Though very uncomfortable, he appeared to be in no real danger. I told him to lie very still until help arrived. There were two adult black females, one of which was hysterically out of control which was creating havoc and unrest in the others who were part of the situation. I worked hard to calm her down. From the corner of my eye, I saw another off-duty officer tending to a small child lying on the grass. Both of the females were bleeding from multiple locations on their bodies, but there was nothing that was life threatening on either of them. I finally got the hysterical one under control. Check list: Anymore injuries? No. Has 911 been called? Many times, by many people. How long has it been? It seemed like an hour, but it was only about 5 minutes. Situational awareness: Traffic is now really backing up and there is some concern of a second crash amongst the gawkers. Is everyone still breathing? Yes The other officer said he notified the fire department of a trauma alert on the little boy. Initially, the child was not breathing. However, breathing resumed and his heart rate was strong. Oddly though, he laid there in total silence without so much as a whimper for his mom or dad. It was then that I met Terrance. I knelt along side him. I did not want him to move. I talked with him. I told him that his family would be okay. He looked wide-eyed at me, but said nothing. I touched his hand and tried to reassure him that all would be okay. Help was on the way – we could hear the sirens as the crew raced their way to us. It was now time to hold everything steady until the paramedics arrived, which they did. The other officer and I briefed the arriving crew. We told the cops what they needed to know and helped to get some of the stopped drivers back on their way. Yup, it’s a bit of an adrenaline rush. But, as cops are known to do – we came on a problem and handled it to the best of our abilities. Again I was reminded that we don’t have the luxury of standing on the sidelines when things go sideways. We’re always in the game. I was tired and went to bed around 10:00PM. My wife came to bed after watching the 11:00PM news. The news reporter said that Terrance died at the hospital a few hours after the crash. When she told me, I felt like I had been kicked in the groin and sucker-punched in the gut at the same time. I have just now read the on-line report. Seemingly, the adults in this boy’s life didn’t care enough to have him in a seatbelt or any kind of child restraint. He was ejected from the Trailblazer as it rolled over. This hurts. My cop exterior has been burnished with service in a metropolitan area. Adults screw-up all the time and (usually) get what they deserve. Harming a child pierces that armor like a hot knife through butter. Terrance deserved more. Every child does. I feel anger at his parents for being significant contributors to his death. Yet, I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child – or grandchild. The cop in me wants to fix this. I want to say something profound and make it all better. I want to take control and turn back the clock so that it doesn’t happen. But alas, I cannot. I met a 3 year old boy named Terrance today. He was a wonderful young boy. He is back in God’s hands now. May God have mercy on those responsible for this tragic turn of events. For me: I will spend some time pondering the meaning of it all and then get back in the saddle. Please keep that family in your prayers. They need them now, more than ever.

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