For context, I'm from Miami, FL. We are known for horrific traffic, and by far the worst drivers in the entire country. I was one of those drivers.

I was late to work one day, of course rush hour was extra bad. I was that douchebag that would cut through traffic aggressively, force my way in, speed like crazy, etc. So I'm doing my usual, a little more hurriedly than most days, doing about 70 while everyone else is doing 45-55, cutting folks off, getting honked at.

All of a sudden, Miami-Dade's finest has me lit up and is ON MY ASS. I immediately pull over and accept that I'm going to get a big ass ticket for speeding and reckless driving.

Officer Brotality RUNS up to my car and immediately starts barking like a drill sergeant at me, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU COULDA KILLED SOMEONE! YOU ALMOST HIT ME! SLOW THE FCK DOWN! WHY ARE YOU DRIVING LIKE A FCKING ASSHOLE?!"

Me, recoiled into my seat and white with terror "im sorry officer, im late to work"

Officer Brotality, still screaming: "ME TOO! SLOW DOWN! HAVE A GOOD DAY!" before again RUNNING back to his car and peeling off back into traffic leaving tire marks on the highway.

I count my blessings to this day - he had every right to ticket me and possibly take me in for a few hours in County. Thanks Officer Brotality. I hope you didn't get chewed out for being late like I did.

Police in Hampden County, Massachusetts have organized to help out one of their own after her 11-month-old son was diagnosed with leukemia.

They've organized fundraising events and have been there for one of their sisters in need. So far, they have helped raise $30,000 on GoFundMe, with more money coming in from selling patches and other items for her.

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I've been struggling with this for awhile and thought this might be a story for this subreddit. I have a phobia of police that can sometimes be debilitating. While working the door at a bar, there's officers that come by and inside, and one in particular who patrols here a lot.

At first, I would hide from him, or leave any room he was in, but my psychiatrist said I was probably making my phobia worse. For the past two months, I've forced myself to stay in his line of sight whenever he's around.

This past weekend, I was under a lot of stress, and the officer seemed to appear out of nowhere. I completely freaked out, spun, froze, and had the most serious panic attack in years. I felt like I was going to die and I broke down crying after my shift.

At work tonight, I was able to actually say hello to the officer and tell him about my phobia and panic attack. He was understanding and shared some similar experiences. It was draining for me, but I feel better about being able to stay functional at the job. He really could have reacted in a lot of ways, from annoyance to indifference, and he was very patient and kind.

Seems like the kind of brotality you celebrate, so thought I'd share. Wish me luck in not having another panic attack.