The Chick in the Road

by Maryanne Pope

What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die but am hesitant to allow to do so? 
— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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In the fall of 2010, I gave my presentation entitled, Behind the Scenes; A Grief Deconstructed, at a police-based victim services conference in British Columbia. In this particular presentation, I go into detail about the psychological, emotional, physical and spiritual components of my experience grieving the death of my husband, John, a police officer.

After the presentation, an RCMP officer came up and shared his story with me. His teenage daughter had been struck and killed by a car as she was crossing the street at a pedestrian cross-walk. He was devastated. But he went on to explain how a police Chaplain had helped him tremendously in the days and weeks following his daughter’s death.

chick in road photo

“I felt like a helpless little chick in the middle of Oak Street,” the officer told me. “I was terrified and didn’t know what to do. Then the Chaplain came along and through his kindness, it was almost as if he…gently picked me up and took me to safety at the side of the road.”

And it struck me: this is also what people who work in victim services do…they support strangers during the most horrific moments of their lives. And even though they can’t even begin to make anything okay again, they can be there for people during their greatest time of need. And this presence can be an extremely important gift.

During my time of greatest need, I didn’t meet any victim services volunteers. Instead, I had a phenomenal support network of family, friends, police officers and chaplains surrounding me. Heck, I wasn’t just moved off the road; I was picked up and put in a safe little nest with dozens of protective mother hens guarding it!

Two of my “chick safe-keepers,” in particular, stand out. The first was my brother, George. After spending seventeen hours with John in the ICU, the time came for me to say goodbye when an operating room became available for his organ removal surgery. The medical staff wheeled John’s hospital bed from the ICU into the operating room – and I’d followed him through the halls and right into the OR.

After saying my final goodbye, I left the OR and went back into the hallway, where dozens of people were waiting. I started to thank everyone for staying when George shook his head, took my arm and quietly said, “That’s enough for today, Maryanne.”

He was right.

But when we are in times of crisis, we often don’t KNOW when enough is enough. We’ve lost all perspective because suddenly there is no normal. And it is up to the people around us – be that family, friends, colleagues, professionals or strangers – to have the courage and compassion to remove us from a situation we no longer need to be in.

In the weeks that followed, my brother Doug became the chief safe-keeper of the chick. He was the mother hen of all the other mother hens. Doug fed me, watered me, put me to bed, dragged me out of bed, listened to me, answered my questions, fielded the dozens of phone calls, kept me on track meeting all the lousy new obligations my days held…funeral arrangements, choosing a headstone, meeting with lawyers and so on.

Maryanne Pope
Maryanne Pope

So fast forward a decade to my Behind the Scenes presentation at the victim services conference in BC. The day I delivered that, I knew the time would come when I would no longer be giving those intensely intimate presentations. I was beginning to suspect that by continually dredging up a painful past for the sole benefit of others – for doing so had long since ceased to be of much therapeutic value to me – I was inadvertently keeping myself in baby-chick-mode: supposedly safe but stuck.

For although it may seem safe to stay in a situation we have outgrown but is no longer healthy, versus finding the courage to change, the reality is that we may actually be at risk of victimizing ourselves. Unfortunately, I had no idea how right I was about this.

But the RCMP officer’s ‘chick in the road’ analogy gave me a great idea. The next time I gave my Behind the Scenes presentation, I would incorporate his story to demonstrate the integral role that people working in victim services play. I would also have my presentation professionally filmed and put on a DVD for educational use by victim services units. So my intended audience could still hear my presentation – it just wouldn’t be live.

Then I took it a step further and decided to create a Behind the Scenes “info kit” which would have the DVD of the presentation, a copy of my book, A Widow’s Awakening, and one other item to complete the chick theme.

Back when John and I were in our early twenties and he was writing the different exams required to become a police officer, I gave him a “warm fuzzy” – a fluffy little yellow chick with cardboard feet and googly eyes. And with the chick was this little note I’d written for him:

This warm fuzzy will give you luck in your exam. Whenever you get nervous or worried, just remember he is in your pocket to remind you of our love.

Unbeknownst to me, John had kept that little fuzzy with him all those years. He had it in his duty bag the night he died – it was in the police car. After his death, the police returned John’s duty bag to me and when I found the strength to go through it, there in the side pocket was the little chick and the folded-up, worn-out note I’d given him a decade earlier.

So the other item I wanted to go in the Behind the Scenes info kit was a yellow chick/warm fuzzy and note of encouragement to victim services workers that the greatest gift they can give people is not necessarily their advice; it’s their presence. 

That was my plan. The universe, however, had a different one. 

When I delivered what would turn out to be my last Behind the Scenes presentation at another police-based victim services conference in the spring of 2012, I did have it professionally filmed. But the “info kit” idea for use by victim services units didn’t take off – because people wanted to hear an actual person deliver the Behind the Scenes presentation versus watching a DVD. 

Jody Laird John Petropoulos Memorial Fund
Jody Laird
John Petropoulos Memorial Fund

Fair enough. So if I wasn’t going to give the presentations anymore, who would? Well, I asked Jody Laird, who delivers many of the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund’s Officer Down; Put Yourself in Our Boots workplace safety presentations and is also a social worker, if she might be interested. She said yes! So that’s exactly what she’s doing now. And since raising public awareness about workplace safety issues facing emergency responders is the primary message of the JPMF, Jody also always incorporates that in.  

Interestingly, however, when I asked Jody if she was able to incorporate clips from the filmed version of my last Behind the Scenes presentation into her own presentation, she gave me a funny look and said, “Of course.” 

Jody went on to say, “I show several clips from the video, Maryanne, but the most effective one is when you are obviously having a post traumatic stress reaction right there on the podium.” 

“WHAT?!” I said.

“When you’re talking about being with John in the ICU,” Jody explained, “you’re not delivering a presentation anymore. You are back in the hospital with John. It’s pretty obvious from your body language that your mind can’t tell the difference between sharing a memory and re-living the original event.” 

And there you have it. Though more than a decade had passed since John’s death, my continued public speaking about the graphic details had kept me a chick in the road. The time had definitely come to let that practice die – and in so doing, Jody is able to reach far more people.

I think back to what my brother, George, said to me all those years ago in the hospital hallway. When the time for change has come in our own lives or those around us, sometimes the greatest gift we can offer is advice…as in: “That’s enough.”

It just took me twelve years to hear it. 

About the Author: Maryanne Pope is the author of A Widow’s Awakening and is Maryanne the Board Chair of the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund and the CEO of Pink Gazelle Productions Inc.

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