"On Christmas Eve in 1977, I learned that blessings can come disguised as misfortune, and honor is more than just a word. I was riding one-man patrol on the 4-12 shift. The night was cold. Everywhere I looked I saw reminders of the holiday: families packing their cars with presents, beautifully decorated trees in living room windows and roofs adorned with tiny sleighs. It all added to my holiday funk."
In a recent post, Jamie McAdams shared a reflection from another police sergeant on an experience lived during a Christmas Eve shift.
To access the complete post, please visit:
Roman Catholic Cop: Working on Christmas Eve (22 DEC 11)
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