The next time the news airs a piece about someone shot, tasered, or otherwise harmed by the police, please, stop and read this:
I’ve wanted to write this from a child’s point of view for years, to have people understand that behind that uniform is a man (or woman) with a family who loves them. And that every single day, he is sacrificing the certainty of his future with that family to make sure that the laws that protect your family are upheld.
So please.
Before you bash your police officers, read it. Read it again, and again, and again. Lay awake at night and wonder if your daddy is going to come home, when you’ve been dragged to the neighbours’ house in the middle of the night because he was run over on highway patrol. Know that he’s been shot at. That he’s staked out the home of a man wanted for ruthlessly killing another officer.
Know that fear in your heart before you judge our officers.
Every. Single. Day.
They sacrifice their future with their family so that you can be safe with yours.
Every. Single. Day.
Their spouses and children wonder if their lives will be shattered in an instance.
And every single day? They deal with abuse and bullshit from people who don’t realize that.
Thank you, Daddy. For everything you did for everyone else, so that we could have the life we have today. I love you.
OMG! What happened? I like cops. I learned a long time ago, in my wasted youth, that if you give the officer the respect he/she deserves, they will give it to you.
Don't people realize what kind of anarchy would exist without them?
On Valentine's Day night, two years ago, I saw my tax dollars at work…
My bedroom became as daylight at 2 am, thanks to Air 1 and six cop cars. I watched as three teenaged gangsters were searched and arrested on my front lawn. None of those laptops, CDs, video cameras or knives belonged to me, but someone was missing them. Kudos to cops. Tax money well spent.
Hope everything is okay, Meg <3
No worries, Dawn
All is well – just a post that got me thinking and writing. Thanks for the love xo