While I was sitting at a Police Memorial, honoring those who served and paid with their lives, I was hit with an with lightening bolt of sorts. Looking at the families of the fallen Heroes sitting there and looking for closure, was tough. It occurred to me that they would never hear how their Loved One's day went. They would never hear the "war stories" told by someone that was actually there. I couldn't help but think that at the service that laid their Hero to rest, not a cross word was said about them. As I sat there in reflection, it came to me that I should never have a cross word for any of my coworkers again. I shouldn't judge or speculate about what they did or why they did it. I should speak about them in a manner that would show respect, no matter how different our experience or lives may be. I describe myself as sarcastic and quick to offer a quip. I have been critical of coworkers that had an opinion opposed to mine. It took sitting at that service to realize I only need to please those I love, with the hope that I too be remembered with love and respect. I can help make this a better place and pledge to do just that.

Peace Be With You.