The Sheepdog… by Officer Samuel Jeppsen Of all the creatures who live on God’s green earth, of all those that spawn, lay eggs or that give birth, from the human, the lion, the tiger or even the bear, there is one thing that all God’s creatures share. They will all move away from the sound of the gun. There is but one that will move toward it and not run. That one, that singular creature, wears a human face. He brings both misery and joy to the human race. So who is the one who goes toward the sound of the gun? When all other creatures, man or beast, turn and run? It is the warrior, that’s who! And he’s like no other creature. No, no other creature on the face of the earth bears that feature. But there are two kinds of warriors, the good and the bad. Two kinds of warriors that make us happy or sad. At a distance, you may think that both kinds look alike. But inside, the warriors are as different as day and night. To one, it’s an opportunity to take advantage or to subject. To the other, it’s a feeling of duty. It’s a need to protect. Yes, the two kinds of warriors are different throughout. It’s the wolf and the sheepdog that I’m talking about. The majority of people are kind, no harm would they bring. They are good people who always try to do the right thing. They are as the sheep in the field, going about their daily lives, trying to better themselves and others as opportunities arise. The wolf roams the edges of the field, feeding on the sheep. When he catches one not looking,he sinks his teeth in deep. He rips and tears their life apart, causing mayhem and disaster, not caring about the pain he brings or the pain he will leave thereafter. He looks for the old, the lame or the weak, before moving in to make his kill. He’ll run in packs, no honor has he, his soul is ugly, his thinking ill. The wolf, a pirate and predator, is feared by everyone who roams the field. All except for the sheepdog who tries to keep order and carries a shield. The sheep seldom think about the sheepdog, their lives busy with other things. But they like knowing that he’s there, they like the security he brings. His duty is to protect the sheep and fight the wolf, even to the loss of his life. And he prays God will understand his inner scars that came from all the strife. So when next you see a police motorcade for yet another fallen sheepdog go by, say a prayer for those that follow him, they’ll all have a tear in their eye. Protecting the sheep and fighting the wolves is a duty the sheepdog feels in his heart. May he rest in God’s grace, in a heavenly place, may his memory never depart. Inspired by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, and the three most recent valley officers, killed in the line of duty. Officer James Snedigar #312, Officer Goelet Beuf #6896, Officer Skip Fink #940
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 09:36:14 +0000
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