The Peacemakers

I just wrote a blog about my anger towards the public’s treatment of the police and the way the city is handling it. But all it did was make me angrier. It did not feel cathartic or give me any peace.

So I deleted it.

I can’t promise an angry blog won’t show its face in the coming new year. But for now, I will stick with this: Please respect your first responders. They deserve so much more credit than they are given. They are our superheroes. The police, fire department, dispatchers, and medics are phenomenal people who do a lot more than the general public will EVER know about. As a wife, sister, and best friend of a first responder, it is difficult to explain the respect I have for them. That and the fear I live with daily knowing that my husband may not come home to me.

I’m proud of my husband and everything he does. And it makes me sad knowing that I cannot share that with many people. Those that aren’t in first responder circles don’t realize that our officers are threatened constantly. In most situations, my husband can’t tell people he is a police officer. Only that he works for the city. He has had to drive around our block twice when he comes home from a shift to make sure there is nobody suspicious on our street, targeting him because he is a police officer.

I don’t always feel comfortable talking about calls he goes on or again, about how proud I am of him. The people I’m talking to may have something against the police because of something they saw in the news across the country, or the one dealing they had with a cop was shitty so they’ve pegged all police as corrupt. There is a lot of hate in this world. I don’t even get into conversations people are having when it comes to anti-police topics even though I have a fairly decent opinion on the matter being part of that police community. Why? Because sadly, most people will never change their mind, let alone listen. But when that person needs help, the first responders will show up nonetheless of their support or not. It’s what they do.

So all I ask is that if you do not trust the police, or feel like you have a valid concern or opinion about disliking and/or disrespecting them, please give it another chance. Go to your police department and sign up for a ride-along. Go on calls with them, ask questions. Spend a day or night at their side and see what they see. It may or may not change your perspective, but at least it’ll give you a better idea and, in my opinion, a more valid opinion on the matter. Most people will have only one interaction with a police officer in their life. Sadly, sometimes it is a bad experience or perhaps you caught that officer on a bad day (they very well could have come from a child abuse case, homicide, or haven’t slept in 24 hours). So give it another chance. Be the bigger person if that’s how you want to see it.

And if you are unhappy with the justice system, which let’s be honest….it’s pretty messed up, do not point fingers and direct your hate towards the cops. Go above them to the courts and the people responsible for the laws. My husband has arrested the same person multiple times. And lo and behold he sees the same person again, released by the courts and committing the same crime. The system needs fixing. But it isn’t on the cops level. It’s higher.

Today, New Year’s Eve, a Castle Rock Officer and four Douglas County Deputies were shot, one of whom was killed. On facebook, I saw messages of support, but I also saw hatred. The cop “deserved” it someone said. I couldn’t believe that I read that. That family lost their loved one. They are going to start their year…the rest of their lives, in mourning. And that Blue family not only lost a member but have four others injured. They will never be the same. It’s heartbreaking. My best friend was one of the dispatchers for the shooting. My heart goes out to her.

First responders can’t help but take their work home with them. It’s not only physical but emotional. And you can’t always turn off the emotional. And it’s even harder when there is so much hate directed at you. My husband is a good man. Most of the police he works with are good people as well. But the sins of the few are thrown at them and they must carry the stigma.

To all first responders, thank you. For what you do not only in uniform but what you have to deal with on a day to day basis. I pray you are all protected by the shield of God and that your families stay strong. Let this New Year move in a direction of healing. Hatred will never help anyone or make things progress in the right direction. If you are angry, stop. Take a breath. It’s easy to miss the forest for all the trees.

If you get the chance, thank a first responder. They’re amazing people. And please, do not read this post (especially if you are family) and immediately feel fear or worry for your loved one. It is a tough world for responders right now. But what first responders need in it is our respect and our pride. Not constant worry. They are keeping us safe and getting bad guys off the streets. They are badasses. Be proud and show your support. They signed up for this. Encourage and support them because I promise you this, without healthy support, it’s a lot harder to do what they do. That’s what I’ve learned as a police officer’s wife.

May 2018 bring everyone health, hope, healing, and happiness.

Blessed are the peacemakers;
For they shall be the children of God.

Matthew 5:9

The Writing LEOW: Finding Purpose

It took me at least thirty minutes to find a blog title that was appropriate for what I wanted to write about. Although this is nowhere near the whimsical or thought provoking direction I was going for, in the end I think it is more than appropriate. First, I am and have always been a writer. Second, I am married to a police officer. Both of those facts are HUGE in defining who I am and what I have become, whether I believe it or not.

The purpose of this blog is to have a place to throw down my scrambled thoughts, word puke if you will, and to find some inspiration and/or camaraderie in the swirling, emotional whirlpool that comes with being a writer and even a LEOW if any of y’all happen upon this blog (LEOW stands for Law Enforcement Officer’s Wife). I also have a passion for saltwater aquariums and will be discussing my own from time to time.

Yes, writing a blog should be cathartic. Perhaps in some ways it will be. However, I find that this stresses the inner critic in me out. Ergo, I will be setting some ground rules for not only myself but for anyone who chooses to read this. Well, you don’t have any rules. I suppose they are mere informative facts for you. This is going so great already…

First, I yearn to come across sounding like I have it all figured out and am dripping with thought-provoking accolades. Stop trying so hard, lady! This blog is meant to be a new outlet to express honest opinions in all of their frustrating rawness. Accept them as they are. They don’t need to be dressed up in pretty clothing with intriguing back stories. I am so unbelievably conscious and aware of how other people will perceive me that it causes me to evolve and adapt, wear a mask so to speak, in order to be seen in a likable light. I even do it with family. It’s unbelievable frustrating and I need to stop. I want to stop. I feel like I have slowly lost myself to all of these facades in overthinking situations like I do. This blog is not the place for that. Accept it and move on.

Side note…except not really- It’s gotten so bad that I struggle telling people what my favorite books are. Actually, I take that back. If someone tells me they are a writer or have an English degree, THEN I start overthinking my answers. It makes NO SENSE. I genuinely overthink what I am going to tell them, trying to foresee what they would appreciate. Or….I just get so worried they will judge me on my answers that I genuinely cannot think of a single title. And then the conversation stutters into awkwardness…. which then turns into me believing I can hear their inner thoughts and they are nowhere near flattering towards me. Does anyone else feel this way? It’s ridiculous. But, in all honesty I will tell you a few of my favorite titles now. Legit.

Sabriel– Garth Nix
Daughter of the Forest– Juliet Marillier
Crown Duel– Sherwood Smith
Outlander– Diana Gabaldon
Neverwhere– Neil Gaiman
The Talisman– Stephen King
The Book Thief-Markus Zusak
Attachments– Rainbow Rowell
The Illustrated Man– Ray Bradbury

That wasn’t so hard, right? Nope. Because I can’t see your face, nor do I have to have a conversation with you on the spot. Ah, the magic of the computer.

Speaking about speaking, ha, I am not scared of public speaking at all. I am not a huge fan of going to social activities but I can certainly hold my own. What scares me is standing in a room full of other authors and agents and trying to speak with them and not feel like a complete fake. I have preconceived notions that a writer should be able to just throw out different book titles and author names as easy as it is to spell their own name. I assume the conversations are deep and thought provoking and that I should know every single grammar rule and literary theory I learned in college when I received my Bachelor’s degree. As evidenced by my blog, you can see that I certainly do not follow all of the correct sentence structures, syntax, grammar rules, etc that would be expected of an English major. And I’m okay with that. I’ve always felt my strengths were in the actual storylines themselves. But still, perhaps other writers will judge me on that when I continually have to look up what a preposition is and why I shouldn’t end a sentence with it. Yup, definitely have to look that one up again. And again.

The only grammar-nerd opinion I have is that the oxford-comma should forever be used and if you don’t believe in the oxford comma you need to be thrown into a dark pit and forgotten. I don’t actually feel that strongly. I probably wouldn’t forget you’re in the pit…..

Oh, right. Rules.

Wow. I really only have two rules.

1) Honesty without over thinking.

2) Grammar, punctuation, and spelling are not key players. They ARE players mind you….but they aren’t the lead roles.

Well, there is the first entry of the blog for you. Still not sure where I will be going with this except to say that you will be getting thoughts on writing from a complete stranger. Why you may want to listen to a complete stranger…I don’t know. But perhaps we are friends in the making and can vent our publishing (or lack thereof) frustrations together through this technological world. Or about anything related to writing really. Inspiration, ideas, books, tricks, writing spaces, etc.

Or if you are a LEO, LEOW, or of any relation to a first responder….thank you so much for your or your family member’s services. Y’all are badasses.

I count myself as one of you… by default. HA. Just kidding, seriously we LEOW’s are a whole other level of bad-assery.

~Bell