Random thoughts: protecting our water ways (true story)
I apologize up front for the poor quality of this photo. I have a thirteen mega pixel camera on my phone, which normally takes very good pictures. I believe the bright sky and sun reflecting off the water was the problem.
When I noticed this boat coming through the marina I knew I had to write about it. I didn’t know what, but I knew I was going too.
As I was taking the first couple of pictures the driver stopped and put it in reverse, so we could talk. I told them I was going to blog about this. The cop on the left asked me, “What is the name of your blog?”
I told him, “From my Head to Yours.” He then pulled his phone out and I thought, this is too cool. He’s looking up my brand new blog right here, on the spot. “Type in jfmcdonaldjr.com and that should take you right to it.” I started taking more pictures, to make sure I got at least one good one. Lot of good that did.
We Americans will walk up to complete stranger and thank them for their service, if they are dressed in some kind of military uniform. I go out of my way to do that, all the time. And I tell them as I’m shaking their hands, “Thank you for protecting me, my freedom and my way of life.” Then I leave them to their life, but I make sure they know, I appreciate them, personally.
For the past two years, I have done the same with police officers. I tell them, “Thank you for protecting me, right here where I live at and please be careful out there.” There is no way I could do there job or would I want to try.
It embarrasses me as an American, living in the best country in the world, for the way our men and women in blue are treated. I want them to know I got their back. They deserve every bit of respect we can muster. When I saw these three men in green, on this very powerful machine I rushed to get this picture and to thank them for their service.
When, I use to drink and drug, I tried not cross their paths. However, I often did and sometimes I would get arrested. I never once held any ill will toward them, because I was always the one in the wrong.
As I was walking away, I realized that I was wearing my trusty ole Skin hat. I then turned back to them, raised my hands in the air and yelled, “Hail to the Redskins!” Then left.