Although I have not met this talented writer face to face, we have spent time over a cup of coffee or two; relating our thoughts on the world, our empathy for one another’s almost potential breakdowns, and of course encouraging the writer within. To add, we both personally know a very special person and friend. It is with my honor and pleasure that I reblog this post on my own page. The subject matter brings so many close to home. Thank you mamlisa4 for this incredibly inspiring and supportive piece to our police officers and their families all over our country and around the world. xoxo (mwah!)
My husband goes to work, as so many men do. However, instead of picking up his dry cleaning and knotting his tie, he velcros on his steel plated vest, resting over his heart and loads his weapon, securing it on his hip. Tonight, I squeeze him for a second longer before he walks out my door, acknowledging the potential danger which he may encounter, unlike most days when I push frightening thoughts out of my mind. Tonight, we all face the reality of the sacrifice of his profession. His shiny metal badge and patch on his arm are more than a uniform today, they are a target. Before I lay my head down at night, I whisper a prayer into my pillow, asking for his safety, the safety of my two brothers and two cousins, who also share his occupation, along with the thousands of others who willingly go to…
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