Hero

The other day at work there was a little fire across the street. Me and all the other employees were staring out the windows as the firemen and police came. As I saw the firemen get out of the truck and finish putting on their equipment I couldn't help but feel so proud. My dad has been a police man my whole life...20 years, and just a couple of years ago he retired from being a fireman and my oldest brother Brandon has taken his place on the fire department...I'm so proud of them both! I don't know all the sadness in homes, the devastating accidents,how many times he has been spit at, cursed at, the fights, the drugs, the violence, or the abuse he has seen. Or the people he has helped, given someone comfort, taken the heed for someone else, came to someones rescue, carried a family out of their home that was nearly dying from carbon monoxide poisoning.

My Dad has always been so good at leaving his work at work and once he's home he's home. I never really heard a lot about his experiences at work growing up, but now that i think about it I'm so thankful that I didn't, I would have worried about him so much more. I bet there were nights he would come home from just experiencing something he didn't want to but you would never really know.

Everyone has their views and opinions about a police officer but I know my mine. I love you Dad and I'm so proud of what you do day to day. You have always been my hero and example. Thank you for being so strong in all that you do and especially in the church. I love our handshake and being a daddy's girl! I love you dad so much!


I am the Officer"

I have been where you fear to be,
I have seen what you fear to see,
I have done what you fear to do -
All these things I have done for you.

I am the person you lean upon,
The one you cast your scorn upon,
The one you bring your troubles to -
All these people I've been for you.

The one you ask to stand apart,
The one you feel should have no heart,
The one you call "The Officer in Blue,"
But I'm just a person, just like you.

And through the years I've come to see,
That I am not always what you ask of me;
So, take this badge ... take this gun ...
Will you take it ... will anyone?

And when you watch a person die
And hear a battered baby cry,
Then do you think that you can be
All these things you ask of me?

(Author unknown)