Officer Who Saw âFace of the Devilâ Finds an Angel: His Little Girl
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PLANTATION, Fla. â After another night of bad pain, police officer Joe Alu is prowling through his kitchen at dawn. He sits down at the dining room table and wraps his horribly scarred hands around a hot cup of coffee.
The warmth, he said, helps ease the pain.
Like about 30% of the rest of his body, Aluâs hands are covered with transplanted skin to repair the burns he suffered last summer. A man holding two teenage sisters hostage threw gasoline on Alu and another officer and set them afire.
âI saw the face of the devil,â Alu said, wincing.
The fire was so hot it melted the policemenâs badges.
Aluâs life since then has been torturous. But an angel--his 4-year-old daughter--has given Alu the will to live.
Christinaâs unconditional love. The little kisses on his raw and red arms. The tiny fingers caressing his tortured face.
The child has taught the man what life is all about.
âI thought I knew my daughter,â Alu said. âBut I didnât. I didnât know that at breakfast she liked one Pop Tart toasted and the other untoasted. And that her favorite Pop Tart is brown sugar cinnamon frosted. And that she likes gobs of butter on her waffles and that the syrup has to fill all the little squares.
âI found out her favorite stuffed toy was Simba from â[The] Lion Kingâ and that she doesnât like McDonaldâs or Burger King,â he said. âI give thanks to God now for my little girl.â
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The day Alu almost died, July 25, 1995, started like any other steamy, summer morning in South Florida, with the sky a brilliant orange at daybreak.
Alu, a creature of habit, made his rounds and headed for breakfast at a police hangout, the Nook.
A night person, Alu was not happy getting up in the dark each morning. He had worked nights for several years, but his wife had persuaded him five months earlier to ask for days so the family could spend more time together.
Many of Aluâs interests lay outside the home: Work. Saving the world. Body building. Motorcycles. Getting together with buddies.
He belonged to a group of Harley-Davidson motorcycle owners who got together one night each week and cruised to other towns.
âHis arms were so big from weightlifting that I could barely get my hands around one of his biceps,â said his wife, Sheila, who at 5-11 has hands that are anything but tiny.
On the job, the 6-foot, 210-pound Alu didnât take any nonsense from criminals. Five years earlier, he had shot and killed a man wielding a machete.
Shortly before noon on July 25, Alu was called to the home of Angela Marie Smith, where a man was reported to be holding hostages. Alu was one of about a half-dozen officers who responded.
The assailant, Steven Joseph, 32, had been living with Smith and her three daughters, but she kicked him out after two of the girls accused Joseph of molesting them. Now he wanted to move back in.
Earlier that morning, Joseph had bought a 7 1/2-gallon can of gasoline and a machete. Now he was holding the girls hostage inside the home. Their mother was outside with police.
âOne of the girls escaped,â Alu recalls. âShe came out running and screaming, âHeâs going to do it! Heâs going to do it! Heâs going to kill them.â â
Thatâs when Alu and Officer Jim OâHara barged into the house.
They stepped inside the bedroom where Joseph was holding the girls.
âJim was in front of me,â Alu recalls. âI heard him say, âYou donât want to do that. Donât do that. Please donât do that!â â
Joseph had spread gasoline around the room and threw some on the two officers. He ignited the gas with a lighter and the room exploded in a ball of flame.
âI believed in God before, but I just sort of figured he was there, and that was it,â Alu said. âNow I know he really exists. I should be dead. He saved me.â
The explosion blew the bedroom door shut. Another police officer in the hallway kicked the door in.
Alu ran out, his body on fire.
âI donât remember anything after the explosion,â he said. âI was running down the street and screaming. A lieutenant put me in his car and took me to the hospital.
âPolicemen dragged Jim into the living room. His body was so charred and black that the other officers thought he was the bad guy. It wasnât until a few minutes later that someone saw Jimâs ankle holster and said, âMy God, itâs OâHara.â
âThey kept a garden hose spraying water on him until emergency medical people got there.â
OâHara was burned over 78% of his body.
Joseph and the two girls were incinerated. The bodies of the two teenagers--Hikedo, 15, and Ann Marie, 14--were found clutching each other.
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Alu is at home now, on disability leave. He spends most of his days with his daughter and goes to physical therapy three times a week.
âSometimes I come in and find them asleep on the couch together,â Sheila Alu said. âTheyâre always together now. He even watches cartoons with her.â
After six months of fighting off death, OâHara in early February was released from Jackson Memorial Hospital and transferred to a rehabilitation center. Doctors had all but given up several times, but OâHara hung on.
Alu and OâHara remain on full pay, each at about $40,000 a year. Aluâs pay will stop when his therapy stops. Aluâs physical therapist said it could be another year of stretching and exercising at the HealthSouth Sunrise Rehabilitation Hospital to keep Aluâs scar tissue from growing.
His chest was spared because he was wearing a bullet-resistant vest. His face and a leg were burned badly, but didnât require skin transplants.
Alu wears gloves, made of a stretch material, that go from his biceps to his wrists. He has gloves of the same material for his hands. The elastic material helps promote healing and eases the pain, as a bandage eases the pain of a sprained ankle.
Alu takes the gloves off only for bathing and his therapy. Blood still oozes from his yellowish-red skin.
Alu would like to go back to work as a police officer, but he says he wonât if he is assigned to a desk. Heâd rather retire with 70% pay.
Alu and his wife also want to open a foster home, something the officer never would have considered, he said, before his injury.
Sheila Alu was a foster child.
The Alus are looking for a fixer-upper house, which Alu himself will put into shape. They want to care for troubled teenagers, âkids that no one else wants,â Alu said.
âWe will be private,â Alu said. âWeâll be state-supervised, but we wonât be keeping kids for the state so we can get paid. Weâll do this free and depend on donations.
âI used to take these kids home and turn them over to their parents, and the parents didnât care what happened to their kids. And no one wants to adopt those without homes. Everyone wants a little baby. No one wants a teenager.
âThis is what God wants me to do now,â he said, embracing his little girl.