I loved that in a Monday Spotlight, the Mirror interviewed one of our brothers in blue - only to read online some comments from the small minds of a handful of our "finest citizens."
The fact remains: Whether you love cops or hate cops, everyone dials 911 when they have an emergency, and if you are one who considers the police an enemy, you are still the first to expect them to be there to assist you.
Regardless of your opinion of them, they will still be there in your time of need. As the saying goes, "Hate cops? Next time you're in trouble, call a crackhead."
Let me know how that works out.
There are many people out there who view cops as lazy, crooked, doughnut-eating fools with a chip on their shoulders and pride swelling due to a gun-toting power trip.
As stated above, there are bad people in every profession. There are also good people in every profession.
For the good ones, consider and remember this: Police officers live each day fully prepared to lay down their lives for any given stranger at any given moment.
They spend countless hours away from their family to help protect yours. They will face those people with nothing to gain when they themselves have everything to lose.
In 2011, 161 officers were killed in the line of duty. That's 161 sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands and wives who will never kiss their families again.
They died protecting and serving the citizens and non-citizens of this country.
They died at the hands of repeat offenders, parolees, drunks, drug addicts and political and religious radicals. They died helping innocent people change flat tires. They died responding to traffic accidents and domestic disputes.
They were murdered in cold blood while making routine traffic stops. They died doing what they were called to do, regardless of the circumstance.
I, for one, am grateful for the one you choose to have nothing nice to say about. For I call him my brother.
Be grateful for our police officers.
Darlene Hale
Duncansville
