In my capacity as a police officer, I see the outcome of some pretty, oh, let’s just say questionable decisions.
There was the time I stopped a nanny (with her charges in tow, mind you) at two in the afternoon for entering the off-ramp to the freeway. While she was drunk and doped out of her mind on pills.
There was the time the grieving son pulled a gun out from under a couch cushion (with four cops on the other side of the room) a few feet away from where his father had just died because he didn’t want anyone to “mess with it”.
And there’s always the guy that decides it would be beneficial if he tried to fight the Poe-leece. (It never is, by the way).
Odds are you don’t fall into these stellar examples of a lack of common sense because you are infinitely smarter than some of the folks I’ve dealt with as a cop.
What started me on a common sense jag?
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I have long railed against cyclists. If you are a cyclist and you follow all of the rules of the road, we can totally be friends. I’m not sure what it is about most cyclists that makes them feel so blessed entitled, but it is typically my experience when stopping them when they run lights, stop signs, etc.
This past week, though, I think I saw the man I would be if I were a cyclist. I’m talking the goofy spandex, the nasty power gel, and riding groups kind of cyclist.
This dude laid the smack down on a fellow cyclist.
And it was glorious.
Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul’s evolution, the more Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.
The War of Art
The War of Art
(New York: Black Irish, 2002), 12
Yes, I own a thesaurus. And yes, “prevaricator” means liar. Don’t sweat it, I’m just trying to be fancy.
Wouldja look at that? That sucker is hanging against the pillar!
I have posted before about my particular disdain for people lying to me…not to mention when they accuse me of telling lies. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the human nature of trying to get out of trouble or to minimize something. But, bold-faced lying? Oh, man…not cool. So, when I had one of those instances today, I knew I had to run right on home and tell you all about it.
As I was sitting at a red light, waiting dutifully to make a left turn. I had occasion to see a truck make a right turn and pass right by me.
And I’ll be doggoned if I didn’t see the driver not wearing his seatbelt. I’m not saying it was under his arm or his massive belly. I’m talking the silver buckle was bouncing of the side of the interior.
I thought to myself, “Well, he seems a jovial fellow (I made an inaccurate assumption based on the rotund nature of his gastronomic area), I do believe I should caution him on the dangers of not wearing his safety harness.”
This is what occurred:
The rank of office is not what makes someone a leader. Leadership is the choice to serve others with or without any formal rank. There are people with authority who are not leaders and there are people at the bottom rungs of an organization who most certainly are leaders.
Leaders Eat Last Deluxe: Why Some Teams Pull Together and Others Don’t
Leaders Eat Last
These days it seems we can’t go a week without hearing about school shootings. Statistically speaking, they actually aren’t all that common nor have they increased as much as the media would lead us to believe. Suffice it to say, however, it’s still at the forefront of most of our minds.
When I went to school, we didn’t have school resource officers and there weren’t many instances (or any, really) of guns in school. Today, though, we police officers can’t really take that with a grain of salt. We can’t afford to.
This post is not about kids taking guns to school.
It’s about parents making questionable decisions (or being completely indifferent) with regard to letting their kids play with Airsoft guns.
Just google “police shoot kid with toy gun”. The fact that there are so many results should terrify you…as a cop and/or as a parent.
Imagine my quandary when I faced a similar situation recently.