A long time ago (in the late eighties or early nineties), the police were called to my house for some reason.
When one of the policemen arrived, he mentioned to my mother that he previously lived in our home.
Years following this encounter (in the early 2000’s), the fire department was called to our house.
One of the firemen also mentioned to my mother that he had lived in our home.
My mother told the fireman in return that a cop had once told her the exact same thing.
The fireman responded back excitedly and conveyed that the cop she met was his brother.
Such a coincidence to have a police officer and a firefighter who were both brothers randomly summoned to our home on an emergency call- who both happened to have occupied residence there at one time.
Fortunately, the incidents upon which they were called and that had taken place turned out to be nothing serious- thank God.
Before my family had moved to the block of our Queens Village, New York neighborhood from Manhattan in 1966, there were a lot of residents there who entered or went into the workforce as police officers, firemen and so on- I later found out.
