"Just a Cop"
The funeral line was long,There's an awful lot of cars,Folks came out of the restaurants,They came out of the bars.
The workers at the construction sites All let their hammers drop.Someone asked."What is this all for?"And they said,"Aw, just a cop."
Some chuckled at the passing cars.Some shed a silent tear Some people said,"It's stupid.all these dumb policemen here."
"How come they're not out fighting' crime?Or in a doughnut shop?Sure is a lot of trouble,For someone who's just a cop."
They blocked the intersections,They blocked the interstate.People yelled and cursed,"Damn, it's gonna make me late!"
"This is really ridiculous!""They're makin' us all stop!""It seems they're sure wastin' time,On someone who's just a cop."
Into the cemetery now,The slow procession comes,The woeful Taps are slowly played.There's loud salutes from guns.
The graveyard workers shake their heads"This service is a flop.""There's lots of good words wasted,On someone who's just a cop."
Yeah, just a cop to most folks.Did his duty every day.Tryin' to protect us,Till they took his life away.
And when he got to heaven,St. Peter put him at the top.An angel asked him, "Who was that?"And he said, "Aw, just a cop."
A cop's wife is a woman who is married to a man who is "married" to his job, his partner, and his badge. A cop's wife can usually be found cooking breakfast at midnight, picking up his uniform at the cleaners, and spending nights alone.A cops wife must be a good listener, not questioning him. She must be understanding when he goes our for a beer with his buddies, doesn't feel like taking her to the movies, or has an exam to study for.A cop's wife must live with shift work, lonely holidays, bad jokes, ulcers and alcohol, bulletproof vests, and fixed incomes. She is used to words like rape, robbery, assault, and child abuse. She is familiar with night school, stakeouts, overtime and being on her own.Most women are not born or raised to be a cop's wife; it is something that they have chosen to do. Some can and others cannot. She will spend each day learning, listening to, and loving a man that few people respect and most others hate. A cop's wife makes beds, breakfasts, and love to a man who spends more time with junkies, hookers, informants, pimps, and partners than he does her. She attends dinners, meetings, and sometimes funerals.A cop's wife watches as the man she loves grows old before his time, watches him become cold and unfeeling, but she will remain his friend, wife and lover. She will always be these things to him, but she also knows he is first, A COP.When a wife kisses him as he leaves for work, she will make a silent wish that he will return to her. And every time there is a knock at the door, she will pray it is not the Chief of Police and her husbands partner coming to say kind things about her husband, how brave he was, how dedicated he was. Being a cop's wife means lots of trust, love, and worry, but when he says, "I love you," it makes it all worthwhile.
Dear God as I ready myself for a night of rest,take care of my police officer he's the best. Watch over him as he works the streets,with danger and and violence surrounding his beat. I pray every night he's able to come home,because I don't want to grow old all alone. I know I married for better or worse,but some days God, his job is a curse. So please hear my prayers, Dear God this night,because I am a police officers wife.
"A Police Officer's Wife"
A special kind of woman: a cut above the rest,That's A Police Officer's Wife, rating her best.
How many good byes are whispered, joined with a fond embrace?As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.
How often have meals been ruined - or tender moments disturbed,by a call for special duty, sparking loyalty un-swerved?
It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,Who......for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss,
She can run a garden tractor; even paint a room in need,How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.
She's mother, lover, chauffeur and nurse, A living symbol of: "for better or for worse."
Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,Who chose to be the other half of
A Police Officer's Wife.
A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite, telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate. When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: 'Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups..... And then you began eyeing each others cups. Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us. God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot chocolate!!!
Got this in an e-mail from my Mother in Law..
MOWING GRASS --- PRICELESS!!!
Here is a soldier stationed in Iraq , stationed in a big sand box. He asked his wife to send him
dirt ( U.S. soil), fertilizer, and some grass seed so that he can have the sweet aroma, and feel the grass grow beneath his feet When the men of the squadron have a mission that they are going on, they take turns walking through the grass and the American soil -- to bring them good luck.
If you notice, he is even cutting the grass with a pair of scissors. Sometimes we are in such a hurry that we don't stop and think about the little things that we take for granted.
Upon receiving this, say a little prayer for our soldiers that give and give (and give up) so unselfishly for us.
2 layouts I did over the Scrap Pink weekend retreat.Love the pages kits. It made it much easier since they where all put together. I had gone threw my photos at home and put them with the kits I wanted to use them on. I got 16 pages done.
Got this in an E-mail from my friend Pam....Thanks Pam
Being a human being is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff-- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see.