When you are afraid and hear someone breaking in your home you do not call your accountant-you call the police.
When you have an accident or see one you do not call your OBGYN-you call the police.
When a child goes missing you don't call the grocer-you call the police.
When your car is stolen you don't call the President of the United States-you call the police.
When a domestic situation is happening next door you do not call the power company-you call the police.
When you find your child not breathing you don't call your cousin-you call the police.
When you see a child in a car in the parking lot on a very hot day you don't call the radio station-you call the police.
When you are being attacked you don't call your mail carrier-you call the police.
When you see someone robbing the local convenient store you don't call the manager of the store-you call the police.
I could go on and on, and perhaps for some I already did too much. I haven't spoken much as of late about the situation in the United States, you know, the divide-between the races. You see this divide has been nurtured by those in Washington, D.C. In fact, it has been nurtured by the very one that said he was fundamentally going to change the nation. He has.
The farm family is a law enforcement family.
As a young wife and mother, I watched my husband put on his duty vest and put on his weapon every single day he worked. I was the one who saw him come home after a shift where several teens were killed in a horrific auto accident and listened to him choke up as he shared his grief. I watched him come home in the middle of a shift and go to each child's bed and hug them even if they were asleep and then he would whisper his love for them. I knew these shifts were the worst, because a small child had died. Although I have never been close to person who has been dead awhile, I know the smell. I have had to have my Bill strip outside and put the clothes in a garbage bag to take to the dry cleaners. Death is not a pleasant situation and Bill dealt with this often in his job.
Bill would call me at least once a month with details about something he wanted me to do, because he saw a family in need on a call, and I would call my circle and we would put together the things needed. Many times it was food. Other times it was furniture. During the holiday seasons, we would be sure to brighten families lives as much as we could. Oh and for the record law enforcement pay is not great, we never had a ton of stuff ourselves, but we had an intact family.
I learned as the wife of an officer how much my Bill loved me, because when an officer was killed and the radio traffic was insane he worried and called me. It wasn't immediately because my husband was the one that stayed with his police chief who had been shot and killed during a domestic.
I was on the other side of the door one night when my Bill nearly died and a fellow officer came to my home to deliver the news.
I am thankful for those that are so willing to stand in front of me EVERY single day of their working career. I am so thankful for those that understand that EVERY single day they must encounter citizens that are having the very WORST day that they can have. I am ashamed that our president has fueled the fire between the races. I am ashamed that it has become a color divider instead of all of us looking to what is happening in our inner cities and seeing that it is NOT law enforcement but the issues in these inner cities that is the problem.
The narrative is written before the truth is out on many of the situations law enforcement officers must deal with.
I wonder, I just wonder if we will have another Beer Summit as a result of what happened in Dallas.
For those in uniform that work every single day in every single state in our nation, I thank you. To those in my family that I love ever so much, I thank you for your efforts in a job that is greatly under appreciated, very risky, and doesn't pay very much.
To the families that have lost their loved ones all because they chose to wear the uniform I am deeply sorry and we at the farm wish to offer our sincerest condolences.