Call this a "thank you" or a "dedication" page, either way it is written with extreme praise and glory to each and everyone of you. After each shift, I thank my LUCKY stars for you. Without you wonderful people, the 8 hours would not only be long, but lonely. Thank you for your laughter, your jokes, words of encouragement, or a praise of thanks, and angry transmissions that crack me up. And how could I forget that "Good cup of coffee."
Yes it is true, none of us are perfect, but are we really suppose to be?
Sincerely ,
"MIC"
It is polished and shiney and looks so fine.
Once you earn it you have to toe the line.
The minute you wear it upon your chest
it becomes a symbol that you are the best.
It means honesty, integrity, and fairness to all.
Your life is never your own, but at the publics call.
NIght and day, any hour, it makes you a mark.
It doesn't protect you from a shot in the dark.
Over the years the shine starts to fade,
but brighter still is the man its made.
It is often what seperates you from the crowd.
It is a second family of which you are proud.
so now comes your time, you can't denied.
When you pin on your badge, wear it with pride
The minute you wear it upon your chest
it becomes a symbol that you are the best.
**Author Unknown
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, deputy.
How shall I deal with you?
have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"
The deputy squared his hsoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry bagdes
Can't always be a Saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passes a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Amongst the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, I
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had so much,
But if you don't .... I understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the deputy waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, deputy,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come work a shift on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."
~~ Author Unknown
copied from the American Deputy Sheriff's Assc. newsletter
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