Woah-In my own words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In about one hour we will be leaving for Southern California. I hope we will miss most of the traffic, but down south here in California traffic is a fact of life. I don't envy Officer K for having to drive the 26' moving van back from there tomorrow. He is an old truck driver from way back so he won't care. I'm not crazy about having to drive my new truck in all that traffic but it will be the last time I have to go down there to see my Mom, thank goodness. See you when I get back..... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.

The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way.

The man, who was a priest, said, "I am a Father."

The little boy replied, "My Daddy doesn't wear his collar like that."

The priest looked up from his book and answered
"I am the Father of many."

The boy said, "My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls, and two grandchildren and he doesn't wear his collar that way."

The priest, getting impatient, said, "I am the Father of hundreds" and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, "Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I fit neatly into the category where you've placed me. I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure you out.

From birth, you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman,
and then you're shocked when they identify/associate with my traditional enemy...the criminal!

You accuse me of coddling criminals.... until I catch your kids doing wrong.

You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day,
but point me out as a loafer for having one cup.

You pride yourself on your manners,
but think nothing of disrupting my meals with your troubles.

You raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in traffic,
but let me catch you doing the same thing and I'm picking on you.

You know all the traffic laws...
but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserve.

You shout "FOUL" if you observe me driving fast to a call,
but raise the  roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint.

You call it part of my job if someone strikes me,
but call it police brutality if I strike back.

You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.

You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else,
but expect me to take it without batting an eye.

You yell that something's got to be done to fight crime,
but you can't be bothered to get involved.

You have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I change a flat for  your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.

So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but  never stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies.

Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me the cop!

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The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia State Police.
He was killed in the line of duty two months after writing the article.