I’m a police wife. For sixteen years, my husband, an Indiana State Trooper, has selflessly served the citizens of Indiana. In the media, officers get a bad rap, but this is why I appreciate police officers and what I know to be true.
*My officer has missed countless family events and holidays to serve his community.
*My officer has been shot at and almost ran over on numerous occasions.
*My officer has found missing persons and brought them home to their loved ones.
*My officer and his partner Boss, (may he rest in peace), took thousands of pounds of drugs and almost a million dollars in drug money off the streets that were going to your community.
*My officer has missed many meals and left his wife home alone because after working a full shift he was called back out to search for escaped criminals or help with crashes during blizzards.
*My officer has fed the hungry and provided warmth for the homeless.
*My officer has fought for his life on the side of an interstate with a man high on drugs.
*My officer has carried the casket of a fellow officer who was gunned down and murdered by a coward.
*My officer has pulled dead children and burned bodies from cars.
*My officer has saved people from heroin overdoses.
*My officer has taken drunk drivers off the streets so they couldn’t kill themselves and others.
*My officer has captured, jailed and spent hundreds of hours building cases against child molesters and pornographers so they would never see the light of day to hurt your children. He has seen things you could never imagine and will never unsee them. They are burned in his memory forever.
*My officer leaves home every day with a bulletproof vest on because people want to kill him for the uniform he wears. But did you know, if duty called, my officer wouldn’t hesitate to lay down his life for that same individual?
Every day when my officer leaves I send him on his way with hugs, kisses and I love yous. Sometimes I stand in the window watching him pull out of the driveway searing the memory in my mind, just in case he doesn’t return. That’s the reality and biggest fear of every police wife. It’s a fear we bury but keep with us until we hear the garage door open and the sound of Velcro ripping off.
I’m not blind to the fact there are bad cops. But I also know the good ones overwhelming outweigh the bad ones.
So today, and every day, take a moment to remember all that officers do and what they deal with on a minute by minute basis. Pray for our officers and their families. And when given the opportunity, say THANK YOU!
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About the Author:
Stephanie Jones and her husband, Mike, live in Northwest, IN and enjoy lake life and travel. Stephanie is an author of The Giving Challenge-40 Days to a More Generous Life (on sale NOW!), speaker, life success coach, and daily giver. She challenges people to live their dream, discover their gifts, and do amazing things!
You can contact Stephanie by email at stephanie@GivingGal.com