A Good Man
I’m going to be a bit more serious in this post. I took food to a policeman’s table earlier this week. Good man. Works hard. Loves his family. Dedicated to his oath to protect and serve. He’s been a regular at the restaurant since I have been a server there. Probably even before I worked there. We always had a pleasant conversation even if it’s for a few seconds.
I dropped off food to him. I saw much sorrow there in his eyes. Baton Rouge, Dallas, and recently Kansas City has mourned the death of police officers. The sadness was so potent. I truly wish there was a way to ease the pain, grief, and sorrow.
Look, I don’t know which way folks are leaning about police officers being killed. I just know that man’s sorrow was real. I, in my 2 years, have never seen such pain in his eyes.
I want peace. True peace. The most I could do was offer kindness and compassion. He’s a good man who, like I, want the killings to stop.
