It’s a Fine Line

Friday was another crazy day at work! There was a thunderstorm towards the end of the day when I was helping a patient in optical. I was running her job through the insurance when I felt a disturbance in the force. I turned and looked as a patient came walking through the door. The young Dr was behind me when I called to her to look up….I followed that comment with “you’re welcome.”

I forgot he had an appointment that day. He was an officer when the Boy and Girl were in their junior and senior year of high school. PT knew him better as a member of the faculty and had nothing but nice things to say about him. This moment…late on a Friday had nothing to do with any of that. He got caught in that downpour and walked in in his tight blue t-shirt…with just the right amount of wet….I might be old…but I’m not dead! The young Dr. is stuck in the “available” stage of everything…she hasn’t lived long enough to just enjoy the view. I find it extra strange that there is coffee drama with his partner? Are they married? I have no idea? It’s probably the best thing that could ever happen to my coffee place because they new girl is 100% better than the cheating wife. Cute cop in the tight blue shirt is stuck with the cheater.

I order his contacts…that’s the extent of my involvement. In light of current events, I find that once again…I am having “that” conversation with my kids. “All lives matter!” “All cops are not bad” “you can’t judge the whole on a few bad eggs!” What happened to that poor man in Minnesota is a tragedy and nothing I say is contradicting that statement! I WILL NOT have my children disparaging police officers because of a few bad eggs.  That is NOT FAIR to the men and women who put their life on the line everyday! Nothing the mass media says is 100% accurate anyway!!! This falls under my “wake up America” speech…You can’t/shouldn’t punish the whole from the mistakes of a few. End of discussion…

Today was a rough start…Boys…beware, You may want to skip this paragraph…. Today was what PT would call “Our Lady of Perpetual Bleeding” day….We had to run to Target for two things today and I had to stop in the store…I felt like I was going to pass out. The pair of underwear and shorts I threw away this morning should have been a sign. I feel better now but it was a tad bit scary earlier today. This is not the norm for me. I wish I had bought a roast last time I was at the farm…it would have fed my blood today. I guess I will wait until my normal taco salad tomorrow. I will survive…I may be tired, but I will survive.

The energies at play are off the charts right now…please remember what you believe to be true…not what you’re told. Love is always the answer….no matter what…Zia

PS…I really don’t want to be political right now but the Girl had lots of problems with this post. I WILL NOT say that all cops are bad…the media can suck it!!!! Yes, there are a few bad eggs but as a whole..the police are not bad!!!! We have to look at everything now and make a choice. Please choose wisely….

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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4 Responses to It’s a Fine Line

  1. I don’t think you have to say that all police are bad, but we shouldn’t have people of color afraid to jog, or drive, or just be who they were born to be. We all deserve to feel safe.

  2. And I hope you feel better.

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