I was recently looking at photos on my personal facebook page. I looked back at the pictures of my growing family. I saw MClet #1 as a baby, now a burgeoning first grader. I saw MClet #2 being held by MClet #1. Now, #2 is doing the same with MClet #3.
I saw pictures of a much younger MC and his (still) stunningly beautiful bride and how they’ve gracefully evolved into parents of three incredible kids. It was a nice moment for me and one I do every so often to reconnect with the memories of passing time.
You know what else I saw, though? The number of times I’ve changed my profile picture to the thin blue line. It was there a lot. I mean so much that I stopped counting because it was too much. Yesterday, I tweeted, “I am getting really fucking sick of wearing the black band and of my profile pic.”
Then I started thinking about how many times I’ve seen my extended LEO family outside of a funeral. The sad reality is if we aren’t working for the same agency, or even out of the same station house, the odds are the only time I see them is at cop funerals.
It got me to thinking that cop funerals shouldn’t be the only time you all know that I think of you often and pray for you even more frequently. Given the current climate in the world, things can look pretty divided. Tense. Scary.
It behooves us all to remember that we are not alone.
I got an email from a reader back east tonight telling me about his buddy that just got promoted to Motors. After laughing about that being a promotion (if it’s legit, someone owes me a boatload of cash), I read on. He was looking for some advice for his friend regarding being a new motorcop.
I’ve never seen this guy before. Hell, we’ve never even spoken. He could walk up to me, punch me in the face and I would have no idea who he is. Doesn’t matter though. Because we’re brothers.
I’ve received a number of messages and emails during all this crazy Dorner shit from other cops outside of California telling me that we’re doing a great job and to stay safe and they support us. Again, never met them. Doesn’t matter though. Because we’re brothers.
I recently attended a conference regarding social media use in law enforcement, the SMILE conference (#smilecon). I met a ton of people from something like five different countries during the week with whom I plan on maintaining a relationship. Not because we’re social media whores (well, at least not solely), but because we’re cops. Because we’re brothers…and sisters. (You ladies didn’t think I’d forget about you, now did you?)
I wanted to make sure you know the feeling is mutual. If you know me outside of this blog, outside of Facebook, outside of the Twitter-verse, please know I think of you often and even though we may see each other only at the saddest of times, you are always in my prayers. If this is the only way we’ve ever interacted, please know I think of you often and you are always in my prayers.
Thank you for your continued support. I will continue to do my best to honor that support.