America’s Shame

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Count them people, count them! In the period of eleven days eight, eight line of duty deaths that did not have to happen. Eight lives taken in the blink of an eye, countless families now experiencing the nightmare that all law enforcement families’ dread, that phone call or knock on the door bearing the news their loved one has been killed in the line of duty.

Where is the outrage, where!! Good men and women are being slaughtered at an unprecedented rate, yet I neither see nor hear no public outcry. I guarantee that if eight doctors, lawyers, judges, politicians, etc.; had been killed in eleven days there would be pure outrage. Well, here is my personal venting of what I think:

Oh, I forget! They are cops, and dying is part of the job! Now over the years I have heard some of you say just that. “Hey, that is part of the job, the job you chose to do.” Now let me tell you what my reply is and always has been to that asinine statement. Bull! My job is to stay alive so that I can help those in need. Sure, I knew the risks involved, but also understood the rewards of the job, which certainly does not involve money. Dying is never, nor has it ever been part of the job, and it never will be. The majority of us who have been on, or are still on “the job” understand this after some years of seasoning. Those who do not, well, they need to find a new profession. Those of you who have never served in the military, or worked in law enforcement haven’t a clue what the job, or we are all about. Your perceptions of law enforcement and its people come mainly from Hollywood and television shows like CSI, NCIS, etc. Not many of you actually know a cop, or his family. You might be their neighbor, yet do not know them up close and personal. You stand off from us, judging us by standards that you cannot live up to. When you need us, we are the good guys. Hell, even the very thugs we do not hesitate to dial 911 when things go south on them. But until something happens that requires our presence you ignore us individually and professionally.

When we step in to take control of the situation, and sometimes that means using an authoritative manner called establishing command presence. You lie to and mislead us, disrespect us, and yes, sometimes you are just downright nasty and belligerent, hurling insults and making threats when things do not go your way. Usually our command presence is established simply by our presence and the symbols of our office (uniform and badge). At another time, it may become necessary to issue verbal instructions or commands to gain some control of the situation. Our first and foremost objective is the well-being and safety of all parties concerned, as well as securing the scene if a crime has been committed. Including the safety of us and all officers at the scene, this in my career took priority over anything else, PERIOD! Sorry folks, but we are not there to socialize with you, be your friends, or to agree with you because “you” called us. We were dispatched to handle an unknown situation with unknown people who called for assistance and/or intervention requiring law enforcement presence. We have no idea of who you are, what you are capable of so, therefore, our trust level is at an all time low. The ball is now in my court, and I am going to handle the situation MY WAY! At the end of the day you may not like how I handled everything, but we will all go home safely my way.
My physical well-being, my life is on the line, not yours, and it all depends on my decisions made at times in split seconds. My life is mine, and mine only to give, and is not something that I took lightly during all those years on the streets. My life was not part of the job for you; that belonged to me and my peers, who I would have gladly laid it down for because they are my FAMILY! My life is not a blank check for you to use any time you desire. It is not part of the job people; it is solely mine to give to those who deserve such an act and in my opinion there are not too many civilians out there who so deserve. Eight good people died! Eight good people who this time next week you won’t even remember their faces unless you are peers, family or close friends. Why? Because there is no outrage over cops dying, it is just something they do for you. I certainly have heard a peep out of Obama’s White House. No expression of concern for the fallen or their families. Not a word from the Attorney General! Why is this? Is it because there is no political value or gain there for those people? Not like Ferguson, Mo, Zimmerman, or Trayvon Martin eh?

Shame on you, shame on America! Neither one of you deserves the protection you receive!


(Psalm 23:1-6; Ezekiel 34:11-24)

1Truly, truly, I say to you, He that enters not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber. 2But he that enters in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. 3To him the porter opens; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calls his own sheep by name, and leads them out. 4And when he puts forth his own sheep, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his voice. 5And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of strangers. 6This parable spoke Jesus to them: but they understood not what things they were which he spoke to them.
7Then said Jesus to them again, Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. 8All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them. 9I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture. 10The thief comes not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.11I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd gives his life for the sheep. 12But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, sees the wolf coming, and leaves the sheep, and flees: and the wolf catches them, and scatters the sheep. 13The hireling flees, because he is an hireling, and cares not for the sheep.14I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. 15As the Father knows me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep. 16And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd. 17Therefore does my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. 18No man takes it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father.


Time, hummmm…Something that all of us never seem to have enough of. I started my blog about ten days ago. Being a newbie at blogging I am still in the learning process. Now I was just beginning to enjoy myself looking for new things to write about, exercising my brain when some personal issues came up that needed immediate attention.

I know I need to write daily and publish often, but time has become the enemy. So I started carrying a notebook with me and when an interesting thought enters my mind I quickly jot a note. I do have several fresh ideas for articles, and now that those personal issues have been taken care of I can work out a set routine for my writing.

Any thoughts or ideas any of you might be willing to share would be deeply appreciated.


John T

Give Yourself an Even Greater Challenge by William J. Bennett

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“Give yourself an even greater challenge than the one you are trying to master and you will develop the powers necessary to overcome the original difficulty.”

–William J. Bennett – The Book of Virtues

Wishing you a great start to this new week… and new month!

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Stay or Change

a splendid adventure


The white and red stitched round blazing through diamond dust headed right for its leather home.

Curveballs start off at one height, one velocity, one direction. You see it, prepare for it, make adjustments to your position to make contact with it, and then it does what every good curveball does. It drops.

The thing about curveballs is you don’t know it’s a curveball till it’s, well, curved. Changed its direction, dropped a few inches, thrown you off your game. At that point there’s nothing you can do to change its direction or make it do what it seemed like it was doing before.

Once the curveball has revealed itself to be the curveball you were not expecting, you have a choice.
You can keep your position and go out swinging, maybe get lucky and tip it off.
Or, you can change positions, drop your chin, and go in…

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Summer Pleasures


photo by Wolfgang Stearns photo by Wolfgang Stearns

afternoon storms
ice cream outside
the sound of children playing
all things green
bird calls in the morning
sunrise at 5:15 am
sunset at 9:30 pm
the smell of cut grass
coffee on the balcony
boats sailing on the river
sleeping with the windows open
misty morning fog

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The Small Things in Life


My time of the year, rainy season!! Living in a tropical country means adjusting to having only two seasons, dry and wet. For me the rainy season is the most enjoyable time of the year. The weather is cooler, always a slight cooling breeze during the day and night. Like most of the homes in Nicaragua mine has an old-fashioned tin roof, which to me is the best sleep aid ever during rainy season. When I was a kid growing up I spent a lot of time on the farm of my mother’s parents. The farm was up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, specifically not far from a little place called Burke’s Fork, Va. It too had a tin roof, and my sleeping quarters was the loft room, which was small, but still roomy directly under that old tin roof by only a few feet. When it was raining hard it was a bit loud on the ears, but when it was a slow, gentle rain it was the most relaxing, soothing sound in the world. Even though it has been about 60 years since those days, I still experience those same feeling of being at peace with the world, and myself,  when I am laying down listening to the rain pattering on my roof.

My point here is everyone should slow down their life, take a long look at yourself asking “What are the small things that would make life better for me?” Is it a tin roof beating to a gentle rain? We all go through life wanting to be successful, get ahead in our professions, and take care of our loved ones. While traveling that road of life we tend to forget to also take care of our self! We forget those small things we felt, enjoyed and experienced when we were kids because now we are adults with responsibilities. I suggest to you that take a few minutes of honest self-evaluation, then you will remember, and maybe find a few new, small things that would make life much more enjoyable. Something like my old tin roof…..

john T’s words of wisdom….Learned the hard way, but no less enjoyable at this time