I remember times would he would come home from his shift and not want to talk. He saw things that people shouldn't have to see. Every once and a while he would tell me bits and pieces of heartbreaking stories about children or situations that he handled. I knew he was only telling me the easy parts and that there were deeper, more painful layers to the stories. Sometimes he would go straight to sleep after work and seem "down" for days. He'd tell me not to go to certain places or certain parts of town because of things he knew, but didn't have the heart to tell me about.
He was a great officer. And he loved it. He loved the excitement. He loved the camaraderie. But most of all, he loved helping people. I really found this out when I did my first ride-along. He would pull up on an altercation, and by the time Jeb left, everyone would be laughing and telling jokes with each other. He would arrest people and by the time he got them to jail, they would be calling him their friend. He has a way with people and making them happy. I've never met anyone who didn't like Jeb.
I know that some people abuse their authority, and I know that there are "bad apples," but most police officers are good people who are doing their best to help others. They react according to protocol and their training in last-minute, life-threatening, high-adrenaline situations. They try to use their best judgment, and they try to keep others as safe as possible AND make it home to their families. And it's not an easy job.
I thank Jesus for Jeb's time as an officer. It made him a better father and a better man. Support law enforcement…because police lives matter. #lawenforcementappreciationday
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