Day 12- Dear Diary

This is a personal rant on a subject very close to my heart!

Dear diary,

Another police officer was shot yesterday and died today. This affects me more than most Americans for a big reasons: my husband is a police officer,  I have always respected officers and I feel it is less and less by a huge majority of Americans.

When I was 18 I was driving to work and stopped at the local gas station for some gas.  A younger officer was in getting something, I can’t remember what.  He said hello to me and I just responded with a “hi” and left.  I got about two blocks away and I saw the lights in my rear view window and pulled over.  Immediately I was nervous.  Had I done something wrong, speeding?  Up to my window came the officer from the gas station.  I was running through my head if I had been  rude or left behind something.  “Evening Miss” he said.  I said  in reply “I’m sorry if I did anything wrong, but please don’t give me a ticket because my father will kill me”.  He just giggled and said “No, ma’am.  You didn’t do anything wrong.  I just wanted to stop you and ask you if you were free Friday night.” Now I know what you are thinking……what an incredibly romantic way to meet your husband. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my future husband and he wasn’t even my Friday night date. It was just my destination!

My first reaction was being nervous because I respected that authority and didn’t know any police officer growing up to realize that they are just normal human beings, wearing kevlar. Too many are dying and too many are being hurt.  There are too many people who don’t respect an officer and respect their willingness to put your’s and my life before theirs!  This is a sick and unneeded epidemic and I’m tired of watching my husband lose faith in humanity as he sees another brother or sister in blue being buried. I can’t go to another funeral for a fallen officer.  I can’t lose my husband and I cant have my children growing up without their father.

I’m sure you are asking what this has to do with chronic pain. Not too much but this is my life.  This is my diary.  And this is what is affecting me today and I need to write about, the pain that isn’t caused by health.

This is a big part of my life and I wouldn’t change any of it, ever!

Until tomorrow…..

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