The police who helped me when the man in the antique shop downstairs tried to beat down my door because he believed the water leak was my fault were so great. Then they sat and talked to me and calmed me down because they know my story. I live in a town of 5,000 people. It's always been the same 2 police officers all the time. When I've have strange PTSD/Psychosis events they sit in my apartment and talk with me until the ambulance arrives. They always smile and pet my dog and cat. Whenever I see a police car I feel safe with my anxiety disorders. Yesterday they pulled up to me when I was walking my dog and asked me how I was doing. It made me feel a lot better. I'm sad because I'm moving to a city of 25,000 people and I won't know the same police officers anymore. A couple months ago they pulled up and asked me how Constance (my dog) and Sunshine (my cat) were doing. I know the police get a bad reputation in America, but the ones in small towns, at least this town, are so nice. So I wrote them a letter saying that I will miss them, but I am moving and I appreciate everything they did for me. I hope they like my letter.