“Before you judge me because of the badge on my chest and the uniform on my back, take a second and get to know me.”
I too come from an abusive home. I too come from a poor household. I too come from a home with a drug addicted, physically, verbally, and mentally abusive mother and a father that really wasn’t there except to scream at me.
I grew up taking care of my younger brother and sister. Forcing my brother and sister to eat things like mayonnaise and cheese sandwiches because our mother spent all our families money on dope and alcohol. I did whatever I had to do to care and provide for my siblings starting when I was just 11 years old. I lied, I did stupid things, I skipped school, I didn’t go to class.
By the age of 17 I moved out of my parents and moved my siblings in with me. I couldn’t leave them in the never ending black hole that was once our home.
I put food on the table and a safe home for my siblings. I dropped out of community college to go through the police academy. All my life, I had had been protecting my siblings from the dangers of my mother and father. I started fights to draw attention away from them when my mother was on a bender. I’d do anything for them. I’d die before I let anyone hurt them.
That calling I felt transferred to the real world. I chose to put my life on the line to protect you. To protect your children. To protect complete strangers.
I knew going into this that I was not going to get rich doing it. It wasn’t about the money. It was about protecting people. That fire still burns in my heart. Even when being called a racist, a pig, a piece of garbage. I still push through and do my job. I’ll never turn my back on people who need help.
So, before you judge me because of the badge on my chest or the uniform on my back, please ask yourself. Do you know me. Do you know my story? If you were me would you turn your back on the people you swore you’d protect?