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We lived in an old house and we didn’t have a doorbell…but there was something about the knocking at our door… I was a skinny little girl… I ran and without thinking I swung the door open…a tall, stocky, police officer with a smile on his face said something I didn’t quite hear…

The voices coming from his radio were loud and intimidating … My guess is he was probably in his mid to late 20s, early 30s… At the time however, I thought he was OLD! (Actually, everyone looked old to me then.)

My dad came to the door, my mom followed…

My brother Chuck was 16, had successfully completed driver’s ed and now had his driver’s permit. He was very happy!

Chuck was a typical teenager, happy-go-lucky, no worries, with a bit on the wild side (in a good way of course) and he had lots and lots of friends!

Seemed like ALL the other kids loved him, and he got along with everyone. Photo by Martin Pechy from PexelsYeah, the “sanguine” personality type is what they call it in psychology, I guess.

My parents had just brought home a brand new Grand Torino with a black leather top and dark green body. My dad actually drove the car right out of the showroom.

Chuck and I sat in the backseat. The new car smell was everywhere and I love it!

All my life, I’d never ridden in a NEW car before…so there was something blissful about this!

As far as I can remember, my dad had an old Chevrolet Impala since the day he was born.

The seats were red leather. It had seat belts that you could strap around your waist…but we never used them and I didn’t realize why they were even there.

The Chevy was constantly breaking down in traffic.  The others on the  road, well let’s just say they were less than understanding.  But the cops were civil and helpful… I think they felt sorry for us because the car would end up getting towed.

Anyway, we never saw Chuck sneak out of the house that day and we weren’t aware that he had taken the new Torino.

“…you were speeding, you ran the red light, you had the radio on full blast and you had all your buddies piled up in there hanging out the windows!” is what the cop said…

Chuck got an earful from the officer…warning him about what would happen if he did that again.

I felt bad for Chuck, but…

Like I said, my brother was a bit on the wild side, but he did respect authority and his elders.  He was a good kid!

All that Chuck said that day was, “I’m sorry.”

Although my mom freaked out and said something like, “OMG, you could’ve gotten into an accident, what were you thinking?”

They thanked the officer for bringing Chuck and the car safely back home ALL in one piece… I think even I realized that the officer had possibly averted a disaster.

I’m sure that there are probably many similar stories of police officers…

quietly saving the day, doing a kindness. But, you won’t hear about this from the mainstream media because it’s not sensational enough and doesn’t advance the narrative.

I believe that most cops are honest and do their job in a respectable and disciplined manner.

Many really do care and selfishly give of themselves to improve the lives of others around them on a daily basis. And I think we all know an upstanding and honorable officer or two that we respect.

I’m not saying that they’re perfect and I don’t expect them to be perfect. Because NO ONE IS PERFECT.

Yet, some should have never become police officers to begin with…they are the ones that have done wrong and are guilty of malfeasance.

However, to condemn an entire body for the acts of less than a handful does nothing to improve the relationship between the police and the public.

Most importantly, condemning an entire police force does not diminish the tragic insensible killings or deaths of approximately 44 police officers thus far this year…

These fallen officers are White, Black and Hispanic, they are Americans.
Source: Pexel

My point is that we should respect and honor each and every American police officer who has paid the ultimate sacrifice to serve and protect.

Every single time an American police officer is killed in the line of duty, the citizenry looses…

Every single time an officer is killed whether on or off duty, that is one less hero fighting for order and safety…

Perhaps schools and universities need to teach RESPECT for police, respect for our military, respect for our President, respect for the USA, respect for one another because until then, I fear that humanity will continue to spiral out of control, descending into savagery.

Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

We respect our country and each other, when we fly the stars and stripes and stand for the national anthem…

May 15, 2018, is National Police Officer Memorial day, let’s show respect and honor for our fallen police officers.

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