Never Forget Why You Became a Police Officer
I stepped into my first roll call as a 21-year-old rookie on October 15, 1981. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My path was unsure and I was extremely nervous. I sat down in a seat that had no seat in front of it. Our “roll call” room also served as the municipal courtroom for the City of Marietta. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t realize that the seat I sat in was the favorite seat of a tall officer who liked that particular seat because it was the only one without a seat in front of it. Officer Ray Smith towered over me with his hands on his hips and said, “You’re in my seat.” I mumbled an apology and quickly moved to another seat. As I changed seats, I began to question my job choice. It wouldn’t be the last time this happened early in my career. Why did I want to be a police officer? I took a $100 a week pay cut to take this job, and I was already questioning my choice. In the end, I stayed because I wanted to work where I could indeed make a difference. I took a stroll down…