An old man walked up a shore littered with thousands of starfish, beached and dying after a storm. A young man was picking them up and flinging them back into the ocean. "Why do you bother?" the old man scofted. "You're not saving enough to make a difference." The young man picked up another starfish and sent it spinning back to the water. "Made a difference to that one," he said.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Day 27- A Salute
Do you have a ritual or a habit of doing something but you can’t explain why you do it? Five and a half years ago I moved from Indianapolis to Northwest Indiana. The drive from Indianapolis to my home is basically a straight shot up Interstate 65. When we first moved to “the Region” I still worked in Indianapolis as a consultant for the state and traveled often for work and to see my family. I then spent 24 weeks traveling back and forth to the Indiana Law Enforcement Academy training to become of police officer. During one of my first treks south I noticed a cross on the side of the road that caught my attention. Through some research I found out the cross was placed there in Memory of Master Trooper Michael Greene. He was killed in the line of duty on February 5, 1993. Every time I drive by the location he was killed I give a salute. I know it may sound silly but I felt compelled to do so and now it is a ritual. A ritual to say, your sacrifice is not forgotten.
I have often wondered if anyone else does the same thing and my question was answered on January 25, 2011. In the light of the shooting of Officer Moore a local news station ran a story on the murder of Master Trooper Greene. The story was an interview with his brother John Greene and his son, now a Deputy Sheriff, Michael Greene. I learned from the interview that his brother honks and his son touches his heart every time they drive by the location where their brother and father was killed. His son ended the story by saying, “We try to make sure everyone remembers my father throughout the years. It is an honor when people still remember.”
Today my gift was a letter to Master Trooper Greene’s son. I wanted to let him know that I remember his father and the sacrifice he made for the citizens of Indiana. I also shared with him about my salute!