Like every little girl growing up, my daddy was my hero.He still is. But as I grow older, I realized something: He's a hero to a lot of people. He and his crew are some of the most courageous men I have ever met. My dad is a First Responder, and he is willing to put his life on the line to save a stranger's.
It's a strange concept knowing that when you kiss somebody goodbye when they leave for work, that you might not see them again. It's humbling watching a crew of people willingly get up at a moment's notice and drop everything to help someone in need. It's an incredible feeling knowing that your father is part of an elite group of men and women that are real life superheroes.
Perhaps that is why my heart is so broken over the senseless and brutal murder of cops and military personnel recently throughout the United States. I'm horrified that this has become a trend. I'm appalled that more people aren't outraged by this.
I understand that cops do make mistakes. I understand that some things in life aren't fair. Believe me, I know that police brutality is a thing, and I know that no cop is perfect. But that is no excuse for what is happening. There is absolutely no excuse for the hatred that is being thrown at cops.
First Responders of all categories have an incredibly stressful job. Lives hang in the balance. But to target people that willingly risk their well being for a stranger is just unimaginable. First Responders are the backbone of this nation, and without them, we would fall apart. Their intention isn't to hurt anyone, but to help. They are doing their jobs to the best of their ability.
Bottom line is this: First Responder lives matter. Cops lives matter. Medic and EMT lives matter. Military lives matter. Fire lives matter. All lives matter.
