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  ssu459

  over 1 year ago

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  Merry Christmas.

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  ssu459

  over 1 year ago

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  Have a relaxing weekend. Take care.

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  ssu459

  over 1 year ago

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  Hope your weekend is super. Take care and stay safe .

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  ssu459

  almost 2 years ago

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  Checking in. I hope things are going great for you. I'm trying to keep enough water on our garden to keep it from drying up and blowing away in this hot Summer heat. Take care and watch your six.

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  ssu459

  about 2 years ago

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  Have a meaningful Easter. Thank you for being my PL friend.

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  ssu459

  about 2 years ago

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  Checking in. Have a good week and I hope everything is going alright for you. I'm ready to get outside and get some yard work done, it's was nice here untill my days off then it rained and we even had some snow flurries,crazy weather this time of year.Take care.

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  JB927917

  over 2 years ago

  4 Comments

  "The Final Inspection"
  The policeman stood and faced his God,
  Which must always come to pass.
  He hoped his shoes were shining.
  Just as brightly as his brass.
  "Step forward now, policeman.
  How shall I deal with you?
  Have you always turned the other cheek?
  To My church have you been true?"
  The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
  "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
  Because those of us who carry badges
  can't always be a saint.
  I've had to work most Sundays,
  and at times my talk was rough,
  and sometimes I've been violent,
  Because the streets are awfully tough.
  But I never took a penny,
  That wasn't mine to keep....
  Though I worked a lot of overtime
  When the bills got just too steep.
  And I never passed a cry for help,
  Though at times I shook with fear.
  And sometimes, God forgive me,
  I've wept unmanly tears.
  I know I don't deserve a place
  Among the people here.
  They never wanted me around
  Except to calm their fear.
  If you've a place for me here,
  Lord, It needn't be so grand.
  I never expected or had too much,
  But if you don't.....I'll understand.
  There was silence all around the throne
  Where the saints had often trod.
  As the policeman waited quietly,
  For the judgment of his God.
  "Step forward now, policeman,
  You've borne your burdens well.
  Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
  You've done your time in hell."

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  JB927917

  over 2 years ago

  4 Comments

  When the Lord was creating cops
  He was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

  And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order? A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform."

  "He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."
  "He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half-eaten meals.
  And he has to have six pairs of hands."

  The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."
  "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
  "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

  The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look
  reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all right ma'am,' when he knows it isn't so."

  "Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
  "I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
  The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.

  "You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop ... and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

  Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
  "That's not a leak," said the lord, "it's a tear."
  "What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
  "It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
  "You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.
  To fight when others fold, Pursue while others retreat, Conquer while others quit, And make right when all else is wrong.