As a lasting Memorial for "My little brother Randy", I dedicate this site.

Valjean J. Adams
Sister of a Fallen Hero

Well, it seemed that it was not the Lord's plan for Randy to play professional football. The football career just didn't come together for him; he'd suffered an injury and the Dallas Cowboys  put him on waver and never called him back.

However, while walking in downtown  Los Angeles one day, a passer-by asked if Randy was a police officer.  He said, "No."  The gentleman's reply was. "you look like one and if you're not one, you ought to be."  Randy pondered that  for a few minutes, and then decided to sign up for the LAPD the same day.

The Los Angeles Police Academy

He would serve the next 27 years of his life where the Lord had predestined him to be, the Los Angeles Police Department and he would become one of their finest officers ever. 

Randy graduated from the Los Angeles Police Academy on January 26, 1981, taking his first assignment on May 17, 1981 in the Pacific Division. Randy then transferred to the 77th Street Division on July 25, 1982. Randy began his assignment in the South Bureau's gang squad on May 1, 1983 and then returned to 77th Street Division on March 4, 1984.

On August 19, 1984, Randy transferred to the Southeast Division where he worked vice.  While working vice he was shot but his injury was minor and on July 20, 1986, he began at the Metropolitan Division.  Randy was selected to join the elite and highly coveted SWAT on January 3, 1991.  On December 25, 1994, Randy was promoted to Assistant Squad Leader in SWAT (PIII+1).

He never abandoned his love for the football of his high school and college days, playing for the department's Centurions football team.  He traveled as a  SWAT trainer as well..

He was said to be an excellent communicator, a calm negotiator, cool headed under pressure, making even the most unwilling person comfortable.  Those who knew my brother loved him.  His partners and colleagues further described him as  outgoing , easy to talk to, a loyal friend, selfless, focused, compassionate, brave, an inspiration, a man who loved God and the souls of men.  He especially loved children, his and everyone else's.  And for those less fortunate, he carried the burden of their needs.   

When he died, thousands came to say good-bye. They lined the streets for a glimpse of the five mile procession to Holy Cross Cemetery, applauding, waving, hold signs with farewell condolences.  Grown men, women and children cried, wondering what they’d do without him.

Contact: Valjean Adams
955 Highway 61 East, Suite 123
Winona, MN 55987

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