It’s what I Do… Not who I am…

Being a police officer is not WHO I AM, but rather WHAT I DO.
If you ask me who I am, I will tell you, I’m a believer, a husband, and a father. Being a police officer is my job. It’s what I do and I’m proud to do it. The job didn’t give me my moral convictions or my values. My parents and my environment did that. I was raised with excellent examples of leadership, integrity and accountability. Sure, these characteristics would have allowed me to be successful in any field, however I chose this profession. I did because I have a sense of duty and a commitment to serve. My life experiences have given me the ability to have sympathy and empathy for those I serve. I have also developed myself to possess the tools to speak the truth, speak with compassion, speak with instruction and speak with understanding. And when verbal communication fails, I have developed the skills to use my physical tools to overcome those who wish to harm others or myself. I would do this whether I was in uniform or not and whether I was a police officer or not. There are those out there who would believe the uniform and the job somehow turn us into robots and agents on an agenda. That couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, if you turn on the news now, there are people who don’t wear uniforms, protesting about their own agenda. I am human just like you. I have human emotion and make human mistakes. We as a profession are not perfect, but neither are we as a people. So for those out there, who want to generalize the people in my profession, remember this. Behind the badge and under the uniform is a real human. A person who came into this world like everyone else and someone who was a product of their environment like everyone else. When you point fingers at an entire profession based upon the poor decisions of a few, you are identifying yourself as a close minded individual who is quick to pull the trigger yourself. You are no better than the person you are being critical of. Look upon yourself, seek understanding and open productive dialogue. Screaming at someone is not dialogue. Dialogue is a two way street.

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