For twenty-one years, I have had the honor and privilege to wear the uniform of the Port Authority Police Department. During the course of a career spanning just over two decades, my duties have varied. I have guarded a Fabergé egg, and yes it was gorgeous. I have protected dignitaries such as President GW Bush, President Clinton, Senator Hillary Clinton, Vice President Al Gore, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, Associate Justice Stephen Breyer, and a Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, just to name a few. I have rendered aid to injured and sick people in need, performing CPR numerous times. I have responded to hundreds of car accidents, been involved in more than a few high speed chases, directed traffic more times than I count, and have spent countless hours on patrol, doing my part to keep the community safe. I have handled pounds of narcotics, inventoried property from suicide victims, and deposited thousands of confiscated drug dollars. I, along with all the members of my department, had to deal with the events of September 11, 2001 on a personal level unimaginable by most people. All things considered, I like to think I’ve had a good run.
I would like to thank my fellow police officers: I couldn’t have done my job without your help. I would like to thank my supervisors: when it was good, it was inspirational. Finally, I would like to thank the Port Authority of NY & NJ: you have generously given me a career I can look back on with pride. No agency is perfect, and the Port Authority is no exception, but they have provided for me and my family, and for that I am eternally grateful. Over twenty years ago, a young man in his twenties, with no real plan for his life, happened to take a police test. He passed that test, and became a police officer. He has never been, nor will he ever be, the same since.
As any police officer can tell you, once a cop, always a cop. I’m just a cop, but I can tell you this: I have a lot to say.