Living the Thin Blue Line

     I have seen the articles all over the media from both sides about the Thin Blue Line. Some depict law enforcement officers as racists, bigots, and haters who only believe in violence. Others tell stories of proud officers who lost their lives while taking care of the communities they have sworn to protect and serve.

     As the wife of an 18-year Phoenix PD Homicide Detective, here is what I know. My husband served his country proudly during his five years in the United States Marine Corps. He has left the comfort of his bed many nights to take care of someone else’s family at the worst moments in their lives. His shirt has been drenched in the tears of loved ones who have lost sons, daughters, parents, friends. He has seen the worst of humanity as he stood over the broken bodies of small children and babies ― lives stolen to early from senseless violence.    

My husband has shed tears over the horrors he has seen. He has woken up many times during the night in a cold sweat from the terrors he has witnessed. This man has buried his colleagues/friends who were killed in the line of duty. This is a man who has missed countless special family events and holidays because he was called out to the scene of another senseless death, but still he is always there for his family and friends to help them and take care of them. I have watched him come home after working a scene for more than 24-hours, collapse into a deep sleep only to be called back out to another scene three hours later.

     I have also watched him carry his sick daughter to bed, spend countless hours helping her with homework, and cheer her on in everything she has participated in. I’ve seen him so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open, but he still finds the strength to listen and smile as his little girl rambles on about her day at school.

     My husband has been beaten and broken, both mentally and physically because he chose to be a police officer. He has been battered, bruised, verbally and physically assaulted, disrespected, and spit on. But he pushes forward day after day, year after year, because he believes in his service and that he can make a difference. I know he does. He has the greatest strength of character of any person I know, and I could not be prouder of him. I am honored to be his wife.

     Like every profession, there are the good ones and the bad ones. Unfortunately, the few bad ones get all the publicity and their behavior reflects on all the good ones. And they are the ones who pay the price. My husband works long hours and is on call every four days because the department is so short-staffed. He has not had a raise in the last 10 years and still, he and his fellow officers, they proudly serve their communities and keep us safe. The sacrifices they make deserve and demand respect. May God bless all our officers and bring them home safely to their families so that they may protect yours another day!

Teachers Comments

These are actual comments made on student’s report cards by teachers in the New York City school system. All teachers were reprimanded.

1. Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.
2. I would not allow this student to breed.
3. Your child has delusions of adequacy.
4. Your son is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.
5. Your son sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.

6. The student has a “full six pack” but lacks the plastic thing to hold it all together.
7. This child has been working with glue too much.
8. When your daughter’s IQ reaches 50, she should sell.
9. The gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn’t coming.
10. If this student were any more stupid, he’d have to be watered twice a week.
11. It’s impossible to believe the sperm that created this child beat out 1,000,000 others.
12. The wheel is turning, but the hamster is definitely dead.

Can you believe a teacher could get so frustrated that he would say these awful things to a child’s parent? I am still human, I could not help laughing out loud.

Black Roses

Dark shadows creep across the land
Engulfing, consuming, embracing
All that we once shared
Your poison fills my veins
Fog covers my eyes
Leaches out the light
The world becomes a gray haze
The bite that once tasted so sweet
Only leaves the bitter residue of your venom
Bare trees sway and break
Under the coarse brisk winds
Roots are ripped and severed
No harvest will be reaped this season
The once fertile fields
Have become barren under your touch
The path of destruction
You felt behind in your wake
Will never be the same again
Soot covers all that is felt behind
Of what you looked into my eyes
And called love

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