To the editor:
I am the son of a deputy sheriff.
There is a brotherhood among officers, a camaraderie and protection of one another, that binds them together
Growing up, I never thought about my father leaving the house to willingly face dangerous situations for the safety of the community.
When he walked out of the door, I never questioned if it would be the last time I would see him.
I especially never gave much thought to the saying, "There is no such thing as a routine traffic stop."
I began to think about them working to enforce the law while readily facing the possibility of danger.
They see humanity at its worst on a daily basis.
They see people's dark sides and are expected to face that darkness with courage and strength.
They don the badge, strap on their guns, kiss their families goodbye and go out into the world daily to protect strangers while never knowing if they will return home to see their children grow up.
I've listened to complaints about alleged police corruption. I've listened to conversations in which officers have been called some of the worst names in the book.
But today I ask for one thing from you all.
When you pass an officer on the streets of your neighborhood, the community highways and the parking lots keeping watch while you shop, remember they are someone's neighbor, family member and friend.
Remember that for minimal pay they are willing to put themselves in harm's way for your protection.
Remember to say, "Thank you," if even for no reason at all.