In one of my previous lives I was a reporter for radio, TV and sometimes newspapers. I’ve had a lot of previous lives - gas station attendant, loading trucks and box cars, working in a lumber yard, selling cars and a variety of other adventures. In my reporter days, I hung out with a lot of cops - sheriffs, deputies, chiefs of police, police officers, game wardens, FBI agents and State troopers. I saw what they do, and I didn’t want their jobs.
One of the problems with law enforcement is that all too often you see people when they are at their worse or when circumstances are the worse. I know what it’s like to be on the scene of a wreck and watch someone die when there was nothing that could be done. For years I used to wake up seeing the face of a little girl as she was wheeled into a hospital emergency room. Would you want that kind of job? Just the experiences I had made me glad, I didn’t have to do it everyday.
The point of all this is an email I got from a friend today. It’s a poem about Christmas Eve by a former State Trooper. Just click the link below or copy and paste it into your browser.
http://www.youtube.com/embed/WxjZB5S_g7s?rel=0.
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