I try to distance myself from hard pressed topics in the media, but this is one I can’t stay away from anymore. I apologize if I say something to offend anyone, but I don’t sugarcoat anything. I’m blunt and to the point.
Over the past few months, the rising tension between law enforcement agencies and African-Americans has taken up a majority of the news media lately. The countless protests about how ‘Black Lives Matter’ and reacting in childish ways to injustices that may have taken place. Guess what? ALL.LIVES.MATTER!! Blue, red, white, yellow, green, purple, and whatever other color someone’s skin may be, their lives matter as well. It’s not about just one race, it’s about all races that are upon this Earth.
When I was growing up, I was taught that law enforcement was here to help us, protect us from criminals, and not to be afraid of them. I respect them. They put their lives on the line for citizens of their communities 24/7 365 days a year.
Unless you have gone through the grueling training it takes to become a member of law enforcement, you don’t have much room to say how law enforcement should do their job. They take action in situations as they were trained to do while in the academy. They only have a split second to react to a suspect that is coming towards them with intent to do them harm.
Next time you want to complain about the police, try to put yourself in their shoes. How would you react if you had a mentally ill person welding a knife at you because they are off their meds and hallucinating? How would you react if a suspect had a gun pointed at you or charged at you? Split second decision to stop them. Excessive force is needed to do that.
If an officer tells you to stop, stop. If they tell you to quit resisting, stop resisting. Show them respect.
Stop hating on law enforcement and thank them instead. Next time you see an officer or sheriff’s deputy, take the time to thank them for their service to your community.
ALL LIVES MATTER!! STOP THE HATE AGAINST LAW ENFORCEMENT! #SUPPORTTHEBLUELINE
Ever since I was 13, I have had dreams of being a famous singer/songwriter. I wanted to perform across the globe and make a living in the music business. I have written many different lyrics over the years, worked with someone to help me put music to the words, and even had some submitted to a publishing company, only to be rejected. They said my lyrics weren’t mainstream for their liking. I didn’t let that stop me from doing what I had set out to do. The engine that has driven me over the years to chase after that dream died a few years ago.
Things in my life have shifted and priorities are different now. I don’t have the drive and passion for pursing some sort of career in the music industry. Lyrics no longer flow freely from my fingertips, I haven’t actually sang in almost a year, and I just don’t have the passion for it anymore. Sure, I like to create songs on a music program on my computer, but that’s a bit different. You can’t create a masterpiece of you don’t have the passion for it.
I have focused more of my attention on writing short stories and writing a couple of books. That is where my passion lies now. It’s a better fit for me and I enjoy it more. I’ll still do a few things around music, but not as much as I have in the past. Sometimes you have to set one of your dreams free. I’m letting go of a music career dream so I can pursue the one where my passion truly lies…writing stories.