When I was a trooper and assigned to a rural county all the seasoned officers, both state and county, warned me about a dangerous individual who'd been arrested numerous times. He can't be taken without a fight so call for help if you have time. Some months later that person came by my wife's spot at a flea market. I was helping out with the heavy stop. The "bad" dude came by. I'd never met him. He was obviously poverty stricken. Polite he was, not foul-mouthed. He was looking for a TV he could afford. We gave him one we had for sale. His gratitude was endearing. We ended up talking. When he learned I was a trooper he told me all of the run-,ins he'd had with the police, naming several county cops. Said there would have been no trouble or resistance if they had treated him with respect, but none ever had. Said he built furniture. I asked about a gun cabinet tall enough for longrifles and said he could make and deliver it without a down payment. His old truck pulled into my drive about 2 weeks later. Removing a quilt, there was a very pretty walnut cabinet with a glass door and hinged doors at the base for storage of possibles. I dreaded hearing the price, but turns out he didn't want nor would he take a penny, although I tried hard. He said he had never had an officer be respectful to him and he wanted to pay for the TV. I still have that cabinet.
