The appreciation is appreciated…

National Law Enforcement Appreciation Day is apparently a thing.

It’s January 9th, the same day as National Apricot Day and National Static Electricity Day.

I kid you not.

I had several people send me thoughtful messages on National Law Enforcement Day, and I loved every single one, even though I had no idea when it was.

It’s always nice to hear that you’re appreciated by people, especially when the appreciation is for the job you do.

I oftentimes go out of my way to make sure that my kids’ teachers and nurses and other people who do jobs that seem so thankless, yet are so important, know that they are appreciated.

I do it because I know that in my own life, just when I have myself convinced that I’ve wasted a good chunk of my life doing a job that many others find so appalling, somebody will say or do something so sweet, and I’m reminded that I matter.

That policing matters.

The people who sign up to do this job, no, it’s not really a job….this calling, matter.

It may be a simple “thank you for your service” from a stranger, or a meal comped by a restaurant owner, or a phone call from a victim or victim’s family member to tell you that they appreciate your help, even though that’s just doing the job.

It’s little things that add up and mean so much, and for me, these messages have always come at just the right time.

I remember being at my lowest about being a police officer during the unrest in Ferguson back in 2014.

Disdain for police officers and disregard for the law were at all time highs, particularly in our region. While the riots were going on to the north in Ferguson, stores here in St. Louis were being looted by mobs of people with total disregard for any consequences.

Drivers were racing up and down city streets and weren’t stopping at red lights as though they didn’t exist at all. Society, at least where I was in North St. Louis, seemed to literally be crumbling right before my eyes.

I hated that we seemed to be losing control of a semi-civilized society, and I seriously wondered if I could tolerate wearing my uniform much longer.

But, we persevered.

Officers worked hard and did the best we could to maintain law and order until the crisis blew over, at least for the time being.

At one point though, when I was at my lowest, an elderly black woman stopped me in the parking lot of a truck stop to ask if she could pray with me.

Not for me, but with me.

She had clearly been waiting by my parked police car for me to come outside.

She was adorned in a yellow dress and white gloves that went halfway up her forearms. She wore a circular, white hat, angled on her head. It had some sort of netting over her eyes and she carried a white purse that seemed too big for such a petite woman. It was not unusual attire for a Sunday morning in North City, as many of the best people in the worst part of our city are women such as this, a woman whose faith has probably carried her through a difficult life.

When old women talk, I listen.

Always have.

I agreed to the prayer and put my iced tea on the hood of my Tahoe.

We held hands in the parking lot and she did the praying for both of us.

She prayed for my safety, and also the safety of the community and she prayed that God would give me the wisdom and courage to use good judgement and to treat people fairly.

I sensed the prayer was in no small part a message to me, but she was sincere in all that she asked God for and I felt blessed for the two or three minutes we spent together.

I left that encounter with renewed vigor for my job.

It’s people like this old woman and others like her, who need us to have their backs, just as they silently have ours.

The helpless and vulnerable appreciate us, even if they don’t always get to say it, every day of the year.

In the two days since January 9th, Law Enforcement Appreciation Day, two officers have been shot and killed.

They were both young females, new to the job, and they were both doing mundane and seemingly harmless activities.

Davis, California Police Officer Natalie Corona was shot and killed as she responded to a three car accident. There are fewer types of calls for a police officer less perfunctory than an accident call. I’m sure the officer figured she’d write a report for the parties involved to give to their insurance companies and be on to the next call in no time.

As a new cop, I bet she itched for a more exciting call next time, rather than this ridiculous accident call that ended her life.

In Shreveport, Louisiana, Officer Chateri Payne was getting dressed in her uniform when she was shot and killed.  I’m not aware, at this point, whether her death has anything to do with her being a police officer, but still, she was a beautiful, young woman.

Her life mattered, regardless of why she was killed.

There was a time when the violent death of a woman was in many respects unusual, particularly when the suspect was a stranger.

There used to be some chivalry, even among gangsters and crooks, when it came to women and children.

They were off limits.

There are no longer boundaries it seems, and anybody, young or old, man or woman, is fair game for thievery and violence.

This includes police officers as well, of course.

Locally, a new class graduated from the St. Louis Police Academy last night, and I wonder what they’re thinking.

They’re excited to start a new job, I know that. I remember that excitement myself.

I hope they’re also fearful about the realities of the job they swore to do in front of their families and friends.

I hope they’ve read about Officer Payne and Officer Corona and appreciate how quickly things can take a turn for the worse in this job.

Complacency gets people hurt or killed on the streets, so finding the line between being on guard and being overly paranoid with everyone they meet is something that they’ll have to learn on their own.

It’s important for officers to trust their instincts, and not put themselves in obvious danger, but it’s just as important to understand that danger lurks even when one’s radar doesn’t sense it at all.

Five officers have died in the United States in the ten days since 2019 started, including the two most recent young ladies I’ve mentioned.

It’s demoralizing and frustrating for officers to deal with the deaths and assaults of other officers, even officers hundreds of miles away.

We all take the blame when an officer does wrong, and we accept that, so it’s only right that society understands that we all share the pain when one of us is killed senselessly.

We know that we can be next.

We’ll mourn in our own ways and we’ll learn, tactically, from their deaths.

While it’s important for officers to remain vigilant, it’s also important to remember that most people are not out to get us.

Most people appreciate us and the job we do, every single day, and not just on the day we share with National Apricot or Static Electricity Day.



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15 Responses to The appreciation is appreciated…

  1. Anonymous says:

    Always a pleasure and a gift to read your words and your wisdom. Thank you for who you are and all you do.

  2. Hang in there, Don. There are tons of people who appreciate the work you do. We have an unfortunate habit of appreciating it silently, which our fault, not yours. Also: Damn! I missed Static Electricity Day again?

    • You totally missed it! Though your boys maybe tried to remind you by running around with balloons and rubbing them all over everything? Probably? How have you been? I suck at following and writing blogs anymore, so I’m as out of touch with online things as I am with my real life things.

      • I’m kinda slowing down on the blogging stuff too. Spending all my time (and money) shopping for compression garments for junior athletes. Did you know leggings are a part of basketball uniforms now? I didn’t. But I’ve since been schooled.

      • I did not know that. I won’t let the boys I coach wear anything under their shorts during soccer games, no matter how cold it is. I’m a monster, apparently, but like I tell them, you’re playing soccer, not dancing ballet.

  3. Anonymous says:

    May God Bless and keep you and all first responders safe. Many people appreciate you and the work you do, even if you don’t hear it nearly often enough.

  4. You are appreciated very much, for the job you do, and for this blog, that gives such insight into that job for the rest of us.

  5. Wendy Mitchell says:

    Thank you Don for your incredible service, but also for your extraordinary way with words! I so enjoy reading your post, even the gut wrenching post that shake me to the core because those are the stories that truly make me want to be a better me & raise an even better me (my 11yr old son Caleb)! Be safe out there & know you & all your brothers in blue are soooo appreciated! I want to scream from the mountain tops so you know you are absolutely making a difference because you are training our next line of defense through your “scope”… Although no one is completely without some preconceived notions/biases, having followed you for these last few years, I would attest you are as close as anyone I’ve ever even been close to knowing to being the least biased, most understanding & HOPEFUL leader of our next selfless protectors! Prayers, Light & Love! Me & Jesus love you & He has you wrapped in His loving bubble wrap…😘
    Wishing you a lifetime of rewarding journeys,
    DrWChatham, Joe-Joe T’s Chiropractor

  6. julie says:

    Always Don. Always appreciated, with the utmost respect. Always

  7. Thank you for putting your thoughts and words out for those of us not in the trade to understand it from the point of view of an insider. I most definitely appreciate law enforcement and everyone else out there doing jobs that put them in harms way. As much as my daily job is no picnic, policing is one job I’ve never aspired to – so thank you!

    Several months ago, when I was picking up lunch for my teenage son, we were at a fast food drive through and the vehicle behind us was a police officer. When I reached the window to pay, I asked to pick up the tab for the vehicle behind us as well. My son said he was glad I did it, because he was thinking of suggesting it. Felt good to be able to say thanks in such a tangible way.

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