It's so hard to be a police officer, or even a police family, this day in time. No matter where you live, you have to deal with the tough criticism that comes from those that are not of like mind. I'm sure it is that way, with anything in life. I just feel, that lately, there are so many that have more negative things to say about police officers, in general. If they take on more training, they are readying against the American people. If they take on a hobby, with other police officers, they are becoming militarized. They can't win. I don't see this with other professions. I have read blogs, comments to news paper articles, and listened to this person or that one, say negative things about my husband, his boss, and their friends. It's hard.
I know that my husband is out there doing his job, the best way he was trained. He is not dealing with kids that are not sharing their toys. He is dealing with criminals. People that have no respect for themselves, and much less for those in uniform. While some may thank him for the job that he (and his co workers) are doing, that is not the majority. He has been spat at, fought, called horrible names. He is treated with disrespect, on a daily basis. All because of the job he felt a strong calling to do. He is passionate about protecting the laws of the county and our state. He has taken an oath, to serve and protect. Serve and protect every citizen. Not just the good ones, he is obligated to serve, and protect, even those that call him a bastard, an asshole, and oh so much worse. He is not allowed to say anything back, or he will be out of line. He is to stand there, and take whatever verbal abuse the "civilian" has to give. He is to serve and protect those that choose to strike him. If he defends himself, he is accused of abusing his position. If he does nothing, he is a coward.
My husbands dedication to his job is impressive. There are times that I do not always understand. There are times... many times... that I wish he were a banker, or a garbage man, anything, just not a police officer. It is not because I am afraid, it is because I am selfish, and I want more time with him.
I know that my husband is out there doing his job, the best way he was trained. He is not dealing with kids that are not sharing their toys. He is dealing with criminals. People that have no respect for themselves, and much less for those in uniform. While some may thank him for the job that he (and his co workers) are doing, that is not the majority. He has been spat at, fought, called horrible names. He is treated with disrespect, on a daily basis. All because of the job he felt a strong calling to do. He is passionate about protecting the laws of the county and our state. He has taken an oath, to serve and protect. Serve and protect every citizen. Not just the good ones, he is obligated to serve, and protect, even those that call him a bastard, an asshole, and oh so much worse. He is not allowed to say anything back, or he will be out of line. He is to stand there, and take whatever verbal abuse the "civilian" has to give. He is to serve and protect those that choose to strike him. If he defends himself, he is accused of abusing his position. If he does nothing, he is a coward.
My husbands dedication to his job is impressive. There are times that I do not always understand. There are times... many times... that I wish he were a banker, or a garbage man, anything, just not a police officer. It is not because I am afraid, it is because I am selfish, and I want more time with him.
