That cop who died today …
My coworker walked into my office and I told him, only half jokingly, that if one more person pissed me off this morning, I was probably going to snap.
Some of the recruits had been pushing my buttons with their repeated mistakes and lack of attention to detail.
I was in a foul mood.
“You’re not going to like this then,” he continued.
“The cop shot this morning died.”
Just like it has for eighteen years now, those words hit me like an unexpected punch in the gut.
I knew about the shooting, but assumed or hoped that he would be okay.
Surely he’d recover with time, just like many other people who get shot do.
Another police officer is dead.
A young man with a lot of life ahead of him is dead.
A young father is dead.
A young wife is a widow. She may spend days or weeks…
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