Wednesday, April 27, 2011


When Roc came home and relayed this story to me, I thought about it quite a bit afterward, and for some reason, it stayed with me. I thought about what it would be like to be in his position, and have to make those kinds of decisions every single day. I thought about the fact that he was bothered enough to turn around and go back up the stairs, and not just shrug it off as another chapter in a city full of stories.

I thought about someone who had been on the job a little longer...someone who was a little prejudiced...someone who just didn't know what the best course of action would be...and I smiled.

I was proud as hell, and I realized that Roc had finally gotten just a taste of the policing he had always hoped to do; that he made a difference in a way that was pleasing to everyone involved.

And I smiled.


  1. :) It's nice when they can make a tiny bit of difference. But that "tiny bit" is "everything" to one person.

  2. Can you imagine what that man might have felt if he came home from work to find his children gone? OMG...!

  3. That kind of instinct is so valuable. You couldn't buy it with money... you either have it or you don't! Bravo to him!

  4. Aw shucks, Meadowlark, you took the words out of my mouth. Great Job Roc. I give the ole thumbs up.


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