Letter of praise for Sargent Liz Rodriguez
by Nancy Eder, Building V
May 5, 2015
On the sunny afternoon of April 29, 2015, as a member of the Grounds Committee, I was dividing some day lilies at Bldg 2. As the sun got warmer, I removed my outer orange jacket and threw it over the handle of my shopping cart. In conversation with a neighbor I wheeled the cart back towards my own building (5) to discover that when I reached the steps, my jacket had disappeared. Clearly it had slipped off the cart within 100 yards that I had just walked. But it was nowhere in sight.
The jacket pocket contained a set of my apartment keys. There was no I.D. in the jacket . . . no name or address indicating that I was the owner of the jacket OR the apartment, but it would be an expensive proposition to replace those keys. I was quite upset.
I ran to the security office and reported this incident and requested that Captain Montalvo look at the recordings for the past fifteen minutes (as if I were the only business that he to attend to.) The person on duty called the main Security office and then told me that Sargent Liz Rodriguez would help me because Captain Montalvo was busy with an important investigation.
I raced over to the main security office, explained what happened to Sgt. Rodriguez, and pleaded with her to allow me to speak with Captain Montalvo directly. Captain Montalvo called me into his office, stopped his work at the computer, and listened to my tale of woe.
Sgt. Rodriguez then left the building saying that she would go out searching for the orange jacket.
Hoping that the person who found the jacket would miraculously appear on his computerized recording of the area, I begged him to check the recent film of the occurrence. But before he was able to call that up on the screen, his phone rang. It was Sgt. Rodriguez. She found the jacket. And within another few minutes she was back in his office, smiling and handing me my jacket.
Where was it? How did you find it?
She had spoken to a few workmen in back of Bldg. 6. They had not seen it. She looked around and saw a covered garbage can with a tiny sliver of orange color peeking out from beneath the cover. Detective. Sleuth. Sargent Rodriguez recognized my jacket.The keys were still inside the zippered pocket. It was no longer necessary to pursue the investigation as to how the jacket disappeared and was picked up and thrown away.
It was sufficient for me to have gotten it back.
My thanks and credit goes to Sgt. Rodriguez who acted quickly, intelligently and with compassion saving me further anxiety not to mention money to change my locks. She might say was all in a day’s work. To me, she saved the day.