A Dallas motorcycle cop was killed in action
the other day while escorting the Hillary motorcade. The funeral is today in Plano and they are expecting 4000 people including Hillary herself.
Today while on my way to work I was surprisingly pulled over by a motorcycle cop as I was trying to get onto the highway. Turned out that he was stopping all traffic from entering. I rolled down my window and asked who was coming through, assuming that it was political. He said the body of that cop.
A few minutes later off in the distance I saw a motorcade of cycles surrounding a solitary pristine white hearse. As they rolled by, my blocker took off after and we were set free. I resumed my course and ended up following very closely to the white hearse along my route, watching as every onramp was set free as I passed.
I am glad that the city respects officers killed in action like this. I have no problems being late for work today to show a little respect for a fallen protector.
Stuff like this makes you pause to think about things and perhaps at least appreciate the moment. When I heard of the officers death on the news, I never expected it to have any effect on my life. But it now certainly has.