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Highlights from the Bills 23-20 win

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When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was.

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I’ve seen so much stuff about Ferguson. I’ve read the articles, heard the arguments, and both agreed and disagreed with opinions.

I am a police wife. I have been the girlfriend, fiancée, and wife throughout my husbands career. He has just about 7 years in. He was a city cop hours away and transferred to a town so we could move home. His wrist was fractured when a drug dealer evaded arrest. He’s been spit at, bruised, and had his name, my name, and our family cursed out.

In this time I still never said anything. Just because I’m a LEO wife doesn’t mean I automatically side with the actions of cops. I acknowledge that there are some corrupt, dirty, and pigheaded individuals extorting power behind the badge. But behind that small percent are people like my husband, whose dream is to be an investigator. To catch those who have committed crimes. To solve the puzzle. He goes in with a good head on his shoulders looking to his future. He doesn’t partake in cliques. He doesn’t go searching for trouble. He will go the extra mile to make sure someone who shouldn’t be driving gets home safe rather than tag their life with a DWI charge. You never hear of these officers because they’re simply doing their jobs, and that’s not media worthy.

Tonight, in our city an officer has been shot. In the head. Three other people have been shot. Reports say that neighbors heard so many gunshots they couldn’t keep count. His situation is dire. Its not looking good. He was shot more than once. It is still an active crime scene.

My husband is on the route assisting traffic to the hospital. He was on duty, a mere streets away, from where this happened.

So I now ask this: will you support this officer with your thoughts and prayers? He is a victim of a heinous crime. He is a victim of an illegal gunfight. Will you get angry that someone put this man in the hospital? He was doing his job. His job. And he got shot IN THE HEAD.

As officers, they know their life is on the line everyday, and they’re constantly disrespected by those who disagree with the laws of our country, states, or who have total disrespect for what they stand for. But not one family member sitting at home ever thinks it’s going to be them to get that phone call. Nothing is mode petrifying than a text saying “I’m on my way to the hospital. Don’t worry I’m ok” (2008 when I was at work in a separate city). I can’t imagine getting that phone call with the worst news imaginable.

I want to see people care. Get mad. Get sad. Fight against illegal guns and cry for stopping the violence spikes in our cities. He may be a cop, but he was a man. A son. A citizen. A person.

No one deserves to be shot. No family deserves to be in this situation.

I’m mad. I’m sad. I’m scared. I’m heartbroken.

So many unanswered questions. But nonetheless, he’s clinging to his life all because someone shot him. And that is not right.

And I just learned he has died. Rest in peace.

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Being an adult is realizing that $5,000 is a lot of money to owe and very little money to own.

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ifuckingguess:

THIS MAN IS SO IMPORTANT

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