Work Life

I was armed security, I carried a gun. I started off working where I live, you know in the complex where I live, I would security there. And then in the daytime. I worked as a home health aide. It was so funny because I worked as a home health aide in the day and then at nighttime, or in the evening time, I’d change. I would put my gun in my uniform inside the car. And then when I left my home health aide job I went and put on my uniform and my gun, which stayed in the trunk in the back. So I carried a gun for about six or seven years, I carried for a company that was in Brooklyn and instantly my boss was killed. He was on Interstate 80 and it was him and another captain… He had so much confidence in me in order for me to be able to go and get a gun license… and the truck turned over on the jeep that they were in. Nobody knew they were under there. And the Jeep blew up under the van. They had a big funeral in Brooklyn, in Bensonhurst. And being that I was his captain and his armed security lady, they got me to bring the casket into the funeral, I led the casket in front of the family.

I had about six different guys that worked under me and I used to make their schedules and things. Then I left them there and I worked in clubs, but it was all for the same company. I had training. The company that I carried for, my boss made sure that I got my gun license, he gave me a gun, he took me to the range. I carried until after he died.

We were close. I had a real nice boss. He did that for me. I never would have thought about being armed, you know? He wanted me to fill out the papers, paid for the investigation, and when I got my license, then he was so proud. I was his captain. I manned one of his sites for him.

I never used my weapon. I never even had to pull it out. It’s heavy carrying a 38 special, 3 in barrel with a black handle. Yeah, he said, I’m going to give you this gun. I’m gonna let you use this gun because you will be able to handle it in case you have to. You’ll be able to hold it and it won’t slip out of your hand. People want a pretty gun, but a pretty gun is not going to get you what you need. I’d tell them, “Listen, these here, these are not a chest protector, I have children at home.”

As a home health aide, I had a man, he had his leg amputated, and I took care of him. His name was John Terrell. And when that man passed away, I was the one who had to make the funeral arrangements for him. Then I took care of a lady. She had some kind of lung disease. I mean, I had several people I took care of, but those stand out. Mr. T stood out the most because I was with him for long hours. I cared for them, with Mr. T I took care of all his personal needs. All his banking, we used to go around…I had a hispanic man, his name was Georgie and I took care of Georgie. He used to live across the street and he used to call me Mrs. OTTS. I used to go there and I was always close with his family. I used to take him to church on Sunday, and we used to go out some places during when his family would give a gathering, I would make sure that Georgie was there. That was my life story when it comes to what I I do for living.