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Who Are We?

Most of us are members of the Lincolnshire Police Service. Other local people are joining us and Regular Officers, Retired Officers, Special Constabulary Officers and Police Pensioners are all able to be part of the CopDrop Team.

We are, above all, family people with children of our own growing and living in an affluent, western society, able to enjoy our lives in relative peace.

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This is one of the Police Stations where some of the Officers work. Police Stations in Lincolnshire, epitomise the rural aspect of country policing. The picture shows Horncastle Police Station, but officers in CopDrop work at Louth, Lincoln and Market Rasen, as well. Members of Social Services are in the team and eternal thanks go to wives, partners and friends who support us in the efforts we make towards helping the children.

This page shows some of the images that have spurred us on to help these kids. Things are getting better slowly. Can YOU help?

 

Reversed patellae - kneecaps on backwards - left without treatment, this is the result.

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What follows is the personal feelings of one of CopDrops's team and taken from his diary on the first trip to Romania.

'The entrance hall was dark and dismal. We shuffled along, gritting my teeth and prayed I would not let the team down. Thirty boys greeted us and were almost guarded by 3 or 4 fierce looking ladies. There was not a toy or a scrap of paper to be seen anywhere. I opened my mouth to speak but the lump in my throat prevented anything coming out..... With tears rolling down my face, I turned away.... some rooms contained small children who, we were told, were suffering from terminal illnesses. In one corner of the room was young boy of about 2 or 3 years of age. I tickled his tummy and he began to laugh. It was not until I was leaving the room that someone informed me that this poor little fellow was likely to die within a few months. One of the Matron type ladies pulled a pretty little girl up from the floor and began telling her something in Romanian. PAPA is the same in all languages and it was my belief that this little girl was told that I was her father.'

You can read more about the first trip by using the link above.

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