Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tough Talk - Speaking Their Language


Like you may have read in the Profile for this blog, part of the reason for doing this was to answer the question "Are there any real LDS cops out there?"  The person asking the question said he knew some LDS people, but just couldn't see them being capable of working in law enforcement.  One of the "evidences" he cited was he couldn't imagine them talking tough or using some of the foul language so prevalent in law enforcement.

So do you have to swear to be a cop?  And if you're LDS, and you swear out on the streets, are you a hypocrite or 'less of a member' for doing so?

Well... here are my thoughts.  I don't think you have to swear to be a cop.  But sometimes you have to speak to the people you deal with in a language they understand.  J. Golden Kimball once told of trying to drive mules.  He said, "you can't drive mules if you can't swear. It's the only language they understand."  When dealing with human jack-asses, it's often the same.  You have to speak to them in a language they understand.  

When dealing with some crack-head, gangbanger, if you say "sir, please step out of the vehicle", he'll just sit there like you're speaking in Chinese or something.  But when you say "Get your #%$ out of the car before I $%%*&*&^^#", he understands and gets out of the car with his hands up.

I was at the Salt Lake County jail picking up one of their prisoners to bring him to court in our county.  While I was waiting, I noticed a female corrections officer open a holding cell to get one of the prisoners ready for transport.  She was about 5'2" and probably weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet while wearing full body armor.  She said to the guy, "stand up and face the wall".  He didn't move.  In a split second, she unleashed, "Get your a#$ off the floor before I stomp your f#@@! head"  He jumped right up and complied.

So I try very hard to be professional and use clean language.  But I agree with Brother Kimball, when dealing with asses, you have to speak a language they understand.

And if that makes me less of a Latter-day Saint, I'll let God be the judge of that.... as for the rest of you, whoever is without sin among you can cast stones at me!



A Policeman's Final Inspection


"The Final Inspection"

The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you? 
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep....
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't.....I'll understand.

There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."

Author Unknown

The Law & Liberty


Some people have the mistaken belief that laws or rules degrades freedom.  This isn't true.  In fact, laws create and maintain freedom.  

Imagine trying to play a football game without creating boundaries.  It would be impossible to play the game.  Establishing the side lines, end zones, and yardage markers makes the game possible.  

It's the same in life.  Without establishing boundaries, laws and rules over behavior, life would be chaos.  

Cecil B DeMille, producer of Hollywood's Ten Commandments, gave the Commencement address at Brigham Young University in 1957.  In that speech he said, 

"We are too inclined to think of law as something merely restrictive—something hemming us in. We sometimes think of law as the opposite of liberty. But that is a false conception. That is not the way that God’s inspired prophets and lawgivers looked upon the law. Law has a twofold purpose. It is meant to govern and it is also meant to educate. Take, for example, one of the most ordinary, everyday laws affecting all of us—the traffic regulations. The traffic laws, when they are observed, prevent accidents. They also produce good drivers. That is their educational function." (read entire speech here)

Doctrine & Covenants 38:22 states, "Wherefore, hear my voice and follow me, and you shall be a free people" Obedience to God makes us free.  Obedience to just laws allows us to live our lives in peace and freedom.  

True freedom is the ability to act rather than be acted upon.  Some people believe freedom meaning being able to act any way they want.  They believe laws limit their actions.  Let's examine this mode of thinking.

Laws limit the speed you can drive on a roadway.  So yes, the law is limiting your speed, but at the same time, the law is freeing you from the consequences of driving too fast.  The law that limits you from driving too fast, frees you (and all the rest of us) from death, injury, and property damage.  

The universe is ruled by cause and effect, or in other words... law.  Obedience to universal law creates freedom to continue acting.  Disobedience results in you being acted upon by the effects that you, or someone else, caused through failure to obey the law.  When you are "acted upon", you are not free.  

The peace and freedom we enjoy is the result of just laws and the fact that most people respect and obey the laws.  It requires maintenance.  It doesn't just happen on its own.  

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Those Who Fight Monsters & the Need for a Warrior Code

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche


Warriors throughout history lived according to strict codes that guided their actions.  The Samurai lived by Bushido, The Way of the Warrior.  Medieval knights had the Code of Chivalry.  These codes may have been lost to history, but among modern warrior circles, their ideals still live.... but I don't think give them the respect and adherence as we should.

Military and Law Enforcement personnel must live by a moral code.  It must sink deep into their souls and become part of who they are.  In fact, it must become who they are.  If not, the job will destroy them.

Adhering to a moral code keeps us from becoming the monsters we fight.  I often tell people, "We hunt the evil most people pretend does not exist."  We go out and search for everything our mothers taught us to avoid.  We go into the worst places, search out the worst people, and see the worst things this world has to offer.  You can't do that and not be affected by it.

Time and time again I see good people wander into the abyss and never find their way back out.  This job destroys them.  I believe that is why warrior societies throughout history placed such emphasis on their Codes.  I don't think we place enough emphasis on living by a moral code today.  We pay lip service to creeds and codes, but too often that's where it ends.

For me, the code I live by is the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I can't avoid the abyss.  It's my duty to go into the darkness, but Christ's teachings illuminate my path, guide my actions and show me the way back out.  I'm not perfect, not by a long shot, but the Code (if you will) established by Christ sets the standard.

In the Book of Mormon, the prophet Lehi tells of a vision in which he saw an iron rod leading along a narrow path, through mists of darkness.  Those who cling to the iron rod, eventually make it to the Tree of Life and a type of paradise.  Those who let go of the rod are lost in the mists of darkness and wander away into destruction.  

This imagery describes what I see working in law enforcement and military roles.  You must have a code to cling to or you will lose your way in the darkness.  For me it's my religious beliefs.  It may be different for you.  I've known a lot of great cops and soldiers who aren't particularly religious, but they live by a strong, moral code.  Those who don't live by a code, don't make it.  I've seen it over and over again.  They are drawn into the abyss and consumed by it.

So if you fight monsters, or want to some day, find a moral code and make it part of your life.  Let it become who you are so you can never be separated from it.  

A line from the movie Act of Valor states,
 "Before my father died, he said the worst thing about growing old was that other men stopped seeing you as dangerous. I've always remembered that, how being dangerous was sacred, a badge of honor. You live your life by a code, an ethos. Every man does. It's your shoreline. It's what guides you home. And trust me, you're always trying to get home."
What is your code?

Policeman by Paul Harvey

To The Warrior Queens

To my Warrior Queen:

She sleeps alone so you can sleep safely.
She solves many problems by herself so I can help you with yours.
She watches me walk out the door not knowing if I'm coming back.
She is never given a medal.
She doesn't wear a uniform or a badge.
She is never honored by the public she serves.
She worries because she knows that I run toward danger rather than away from it.
She has by back while I'm watching yours.
She is cut from the same cloth I am.
She is forged from the same elements that I am.
She is tougher, stronger and more dedicated than I am.
She is my Warrior Queen.

For over 20 years you have served me, our family, our community and our nation. Thank you for your service.

Note: Law Enforcement and military spouses sacrifice and serve every bit as much, if not more, than we do.  Their sacrifice allows us to do what we do.  If it wasn't for them, our nation and our communities would be in trouble.  Serving in the military and law enforcement, I've had so many people come shake my hand and thank me for my service.  But I've never seen anyone shake my wife's hand and thank her for her service.  She has moved around this world and from State to State serving right beside me. 

Christ said, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."  She has laid down her life, so many of her hopes and dreams,  and much of the nice things life has to offer.  Most people will pass her by and never recognize her sacrifices for them, but I know that the God of Heaven looks down and sees all that she does... and smiles.

Meet the Mormons - Coming in Oct 2014

God's Not Dead



God's not dead.  I meet Him every night at work and I thank Him for one more day.  The sun is coming up... time to go home to bed!

Church is For Sinners and All Should Be Welcome

On Saturday morning we received a call on a road rage incident.  A couple of us responded and found some people yelling and shouting at each other.  We separated them and I tried talking to a woman and she started screaming at me.  I told her she had about 1 second to change her tone of voice with me or thing were going to go badly for her.

She calmed down and started telling her side of the story.  As it turned out, she was the aggressor and had started the whole thing.  She obviously had a very bad temper and had an excellent vocabulary of profanity.  We got everyone calmed down and sent them on their separate ways.

The next day, being Sunday, my family and I were attending a different ward* (I can't remember why).  We went into the chapel and sat down.  I felt someone looking at me and at the opposite end of the row we were sitting on was the lady I had dealt with in the street.  She whispered something to her friend and then both of them looked at me and giggled.

My first thought was, "I can't believe she comes to church and then acts that way.  She should know better."  And in that moment, the Lord taught me a lesson that has changed my life and how I look at people... and myself as well.

Church is for sinners.  If we were perfect, we wouldn't need a church.  The best place for sinners is in church.  Where else are they going to learn to act better?  Where's the best place for someone with a bad temper to learn to control it... in church.  And guess what.... we're all sinners.  I think we often think of other people as being worse sinners than we are.  We judge the 'publicans and sinners' and don't count ourselves along with them.  Sin is sin.

In the Doctrine and Covenants 1:31, the Lord says, "For I the Lord cannot look upon sin with the least degree of allowance;"  The Book of Mormon, in Alma 45:16 records, "And he said: Thus saith the Lord God—Cursed shall be the land, yea, this land, unto every nation, kindred, tongue, and people, unto destruction, which do wickedly, when they are fully ripe; and as I have said so shall it be; for this is the cursing and the blessing of God upon the land, for the Lord cannot look upon sin with the least degree of allowance."

Just because someone goes to church, they are not perfect.  And we should welcome all into our churches, because we no better than anyone.  It's time to put down our rocks and remember that Christ said, "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

So there we sat in church that Sunday, a sinner with a bad temper and a sinner that had thought himself a little better than some people.  After that day, I decided I'd put down my rocks and leave judgement up to Christ.  I have more faults than I can count so who am I to think anything bad about anybody?

Sheriff's Office vs Police Department


Is there a difference between Sheriffs and Police?  YES

Black's Law Dictionary defines the terms as follows:

DEPARTMENT: "One of the major divisions of the executive branch of the government....generally, a branch or division of governmental administration."

OFFICE: "A right, and correspondent duty, to exercise public trust as an office. A public charge of employment... the most frequent occasions to use the word arise with reference to a duty and power conferred on an individual by the government, and when this is the connection, public office is a usual and more discriminating expression... in the constitutional sense, the term implies an authority to exercise some portion of the sovereign power either in making, executing, or administering the laws."

The Office of Sheriff is not simply another "department" of county government. The internal operation of an Office of Sheriff is the sole responsibility of the elected Sheriff. County department heads are subordinate to a county governing body, because a "department" is truly only a division of county government.  The Office of Sheriff is a statutory/constitutional office having exclusive powers and authority under state law and/or state constitution.  These inherent powers are not subject to the dictates of a local county governing body.

The Office of Sheriff has inherent common law powers and sovereignty granted under a state's constitution and/or state law.  It is different from a county department which derives its limited authority from whatever is delegated to is by statute or by state constitution.

The use of the term "Department" implies being a subordinate unit of government (i.e.  subordinate to local government - "delegated" authority from county government to a Department). The use of the term "Office" implies inherent powers and independent sovereignty.

From: http://www.sheriffs.org/content/faq

A police department is hired by a city government such as a mayor or city council.  A police chief is not an elected official.  He or she is a city employee.  Police have jurisdiction in their town.  

Sheriffs have jurisdiction in a county.  Deputy Sheriffs are hired by the Sheriff and patrol the entire county.  Where police may patrol only a few square miles (filled with thousands of people), Deputy Sheriffs patrol hundreds of square miles... often by themselves with little or no backup.  

Sheriffs are also responsible for jails and courts.  Cities do not maintain their own jails.  A jail falls under the responsibility of the county Sheriff.  

The job can be much the same, unless you work for a Sheriff in the courts or jail, and Deputies and Police often work together and back each other on calls.  In my experience, having worked in both a police department and now currently for a sheriff's office, it seems like Deputies have a wider variety of calls and experiences.  I deal with everything from domestic disputes to loose horses country roads, Mexican cartels growing marijuana in the mountains to mountain lions stalking hikers.  Because we patrol such a large area, the types of things we deal with can be very different than what police officers see in a city.  

On Sheep, Wolves, and SheepDogs... and Skunks


One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.” This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.

Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.
“Then there are the wolves,” the old war veteran said, “and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.” Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

“Then there are sheepdogs,” he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.” Or, as a sign in one California law enforcement agency put it, “We intimidate those who intimidate others.”

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath--a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? Then you are a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

The gift of aggression
"What goes on around you... compares little with what goes on inside you."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everyone has been given a gift in life. Some people have a gift for science and some have a flair for art. And warriors have been given the gift of aggression. They would no more misuse this gift than a doctor would misuse his healing arts, but they yearn for the opportunity to use their gift to help others. These people, the ones who have been blessed with the gift of aggression and a love for others, are our sheepdogs. These are our warriors.

One career police officer wrote to me about this after attending one of my Bulletproof Mind training sessions:

"I want to say thank you for finally shedding some light on why it is that I can do what I do. I always knew why I did it. I love my [citizens], even the bad ones, and had a talent that I could return to my community. I just couldn’t put my finger on why I could wade through the chaos, the gore, the sadness, if given a chance try to make it all better, and walk right out the other side."
Let me expand on this old soldier’s excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are dozens of times more likely to be killed, and thousands of times more likely to be seriously injured, by school violence than by school fires, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their children is just too hard, so they choose the path of denial.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, cannot and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheepdog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, “Baa.”

Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog. As Kipling said in his poem about “Tommy” the British soldier:
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind,"
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the wind.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door. Look at what happened after September 11, 2001, when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, “Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes.” The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, “Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference.” When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.

While there is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, he does have one real advantage. Only one. He is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory acts of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.

However, when there were cues given by potential victims that indicated they would not go easily, the cons said that they would walk away. If the cons sensed that the target was a "counter-predator," that is, a sheepdog, they would leave him alone unless there was no other choice but to engage.

One police officer told me that he rode a commuter train to work each day. One day, as was his usual, he was standing in the crowded car, dressed in blue jeans, T-shirt and jacket, holding onto a pole and reading a paperback. At one of the stops, two street toughs boarded, shouting and cursing and doing every obnoxious thing possible to intimidate the other riders. The officer continued to read his book, though he kept a watchful eye on the two punks as they strolled along the aisle making comments to female passengers, and banging shoulders with men as they passed.

As they approached the officer, he lowered his novel and made eye contact with them. “You got a problem, man?” one of the IQ-challenged punks asked. “You think you’re tough, or somethin’?” the other asked, obviously offended that this one was not shirking away from them.

“As a matter of fact, I am tough,” the officer said, calmly and with a steady gaze.

The two looked at him for a long moment, and then without saying a word, turned and moved back down the aisle to continue their taunting of the other passengers, the sheep.

Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, “Let’s roll,” which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers--athletes, business people and parents--from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

“Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?”


"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men."
- Edmund Burke
  Reflections on the Revolution in France
Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.
If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many officers carry their weapons in church. They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to slaughter you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, “I will never be caught without my gun in church.” I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a police officer he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas, in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down 14 people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy’s body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?”

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for “heads to roll” if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids’ school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them. Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?”

The warrior must cleanse denial from his thinking. Coach Bob Lindsey, a renowned law enforcement trainer, says that warriors must practice “when/then” thinking, not “if/when.” Instead of saying,“If it happens then I will take action,” the warrior says, “When it happens then I will be ready.”

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.

Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: You didn’t bring your gun; you didn’t train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by fear, helplessness, horror and shame at your moment of truth.

Chuck Yeager, the famous test pilot and first man to fly faster than the speed of sound, says that he knew he could die. There was no denial for him. He did not allow himself the luxury of denial. This acceptance of reality can cause fear, but it is a healthy, controlled fear that will keep you alive:
"I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit."
- Brigadier General Chuck Yeager
  Yeager, An Autobiography
Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation:
"..denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn’t so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling. Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level."
And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.

If you are a warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be “on” 24/7 for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself... “Baa.”

This business of being a sheep or a sheepdog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-grass sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth. 

The above was taken from: http://www.killology.com/sheep_dog.htm

And then the Skunks....

Skunks are nasty critters, not particularly dangerous, but stinky, smelly vermin that just stink things up for everyone.  Law enforcement officers spend most of their time dealing with the skunks of society.  Wolves are rare, but skunks are plentiful.  Wolves come to town only occasionally, but skunks are everywhere.  

I'll never forget an officer from Memphis, TN that I met years ago.  He'd flown all the way out here to Utah to attend an instructor level firearms course at Camp Williams.  He'd never been to Utah before so every evening he took in the sights of Salt Lake City.  One morning he said to us, "Ya'll have got the cleanest city I've ever seen.  I've been all over this city and I haven't seen hardly any of the 'thugs and shitheads' (his exact words) like we've got back home."

Funny as it was, we all have our share of thugs and s#*%heads.  I deal with them nearly every day, but I always have an eye out for the wolf lurking in the shadows because it's not a matter of if he will attack, it's when. 

Sleep Well


People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only 
because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

All the Kings Horses & All the Kings Men...


Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

I'm often reminded of this simple nursery rhyme we all learned as kids.  Nearly every day I encounter broken, shattered people... and I can't fix them.  They've had a great fall and they're broken into a million pieces.  The call is sent out for "All the king's horses and all the king's men" because we're the ones people call when everything is going wrong.  But we can't fix them.
We can help them pick up some pieces and sort some things out.  If another person has broken them, we can remove that person and lock him up, but we can't put them back together again.
I can't heal the alcoholic or drug addict.  I can help clean the cuts and bruises on a woman's face after a boyfriend or husband has beaten her, but I can't mend her broken heart.  I can't heal the shattering grief of a wife as I tell her that her husband has been killed in an accident and won't be coming home to her tonight.
I often leave these experiences feeling empty and hollow because my help is so limited.  But I find great solace in knowing there is one whose help is infinite.  There is one who can heal every pain and every affliction.  Jesus Christ is the Savior of every single one of us.  None of us are beyond his healing power and grace.  He can put them back together again.
And so my last act of service to the broken and shattered people I meet, is to pray that some how they might feel His love and power and be healed of their sorrows.... because I can't put them back together again, but He can.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Bad First Date!


A few weeks ago one of my friends had a car pulled over.  I went to back him up.  The driver had a couple of warrants for his arrest.  By the time I got there, the driver was handcuffed and sitting in the back of my buddy's vehicle.  

A woman was sitting in the vehicle that had been pulled over and I went up and started talking to her.  I got the impression that she did not know the guy that had been arrested very well.  A few minutes later she told us this had been their first date!

So ladies.... here's my question.  If you're out on a first date with a guy, and he gets arrested, what's the chance of there being a 2nd date?

Officer Involved Shootings

On of my purposes in writing this blog is inform and educate people regarding law enforcement procedures, practices, etc.

The nation is currently swept up in furor over the officer involved shooting in Ferguson, MO and protests are occurring here in Salt Lake City as well.  As of this writing, we do not have all the evidence on any of these shootings.  But let's set emotion aside and take a look at how things really work.

#1. Law enforcement agencies never (well, maybe in certain rare circumstances they do) release the name of the officer(s) involved in a shooting until the investigation is complete.  But here's the thing, this is standard procedure for ANY investigation - whether it involves cops or not.  We do not release the names of people until actual charges have been filed or an arrest is made.

Imagine that you were investigated for burglarizing your neighbors home.  No charges have been filed.  You have not been arrested.  Deputies simply came to your door, asked you a few questions and then left.  Would you want us releasing your name to the press?  No... of course not!  Investigations are conducted to determine if a crime was committed and who committed the crime.  We investigate many innocent people in the course of finding the guilty.  We do not release names of people under investigation until we determine that we have probable cause to charge them with a crime.  Probable Cause consists of facts that tell us that a crime was committed and the person we are dealing with is the one who committed it.  Up until that point, we are not going to release a list of names of everyone we are investigating because most of them are innocent.

So going back to your neighbor's home being burglarized, do you want us to release your name as under investigation prior to determining if you were really involved?

All these demands for "transparency" are stupid.  Investigations are not transparent.  That's not because we're trying to hide things, or cover things up, it's to protect people who are investigated but determined to not have been involved in a crime.  For a law enforcement officer, it doesn't matter if you are found innocent of committing a crime, your name will be released once the investigation is completed.  Even if you are found justified, your name will still be released, and get dragged through the mud.

In each case, a human being has been killed.  Great care must be taken to investigate what really happened.  These take time and to expect immediate answers is ridiculous.  Law enforcement agencies, at least all that I know of, will ask an outside agency to investigate the shooting.  They will do their own internal investigation and review, but they always ask a separate agency to do the investigation.  This ensures one cop doesn't investigate his buddy and overlook his bad or criminal actions.  This creates a non-biased group of investigators looking at the facts and evidence.  I know.... some of you will say there's this "us vs. them" thing and cops will always side with other cops.  This simply isn't true.  If a cop breaks the law, it taints all of us.  I don't want his or her bad actions on me.  I want them held accountable so their sins are not upon my head and so I don't share in their guilt.

Once that investigation is completed, it will be open to the public.  It will be transparent.  But give it some time.  No one wins from a hasty investigation into something as complex as an officer involved shooting.

I believe in law and order.  That's why I do this job.  I have sworn an oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States twice; once as I joined the military, and then again as I became a law enforcement officer.  I risk my life to protect your Constitutional Rights.  Cops are not above the law.  If an officer breaks the law, he or she must be held accountable just like anyone else.  But don't be so quick to condemn us either.

Non-Lethal Force:
In all of these protests, etc, a lot of people ask why cops didn't use non-lethal for such as Tasers.  People not acquainted with human combat seem to think these things happen in a nice tidy, linear fashion and gradually build up to the point of shots being fired.  That's not reality.  These things happen in about 2 seconds... and often less.  They are non-linear, meaning they do not proceed from A to B to C and on to Z.  They start at F and jump to Z in about 1.7 seconds and you have to make a decision that you will live the rest of your life with.

So my question back to these people is this: "Why did your __________ (son, husband, daughter, fill in the blank) put us in a situation where shooting would even be a consideration?"  See, if I respond to a call of a man with a gun, and I find the guy matching the description, and he reaches into his waistband, (against my commands to put up his hands), I'm not pulling out a Taser.  I'm pulling my gun.  So I ask, why do they put us in a shooting situation.  If an officer has a gun aimed at your chest, telling to you stand still and raise your hands above your head, why would you reach into a pocket, or a jacket, or your waistband?

A Taser is a one shot deal and I have to be at least 15 feet (sometimes 25 feet depending on the cartridge) from the suspect.  Let's see, my life is in the balance.  My wife might end up a widow.  My kids might end up fatherless..... am I going to try the one-shot non-lethal device, that requires both electrodes to connect in order to work, on a person who has put me in a life threatening situation?  No, and it's ridiculous to ask that of anyone.  You have put me into a lethal situation and I'm am going to use lethal force.  It's that simple.  If you put me in a non-lethal situation, then I'll shoot you with a Taser, but if you put me in a lethal situation, then I'm going to use my firearm.  To ask me to do otherwise is unethical... especially when asked by people who are unwilling to go into harm's way themselves.

Conclusion:
No law enforcement investigation is transparent while being conducted.  Once the investigation is complete, or enough evidence and facts exist for criminal charges to be filed, the names and information will be released to the public.


He Knows His Sheep

It was one of those bitter cold nights in the mountains of Utah.  We were sipping hot chocolate (me and another Deputy) at the local convenience store - well I was sipping hot chocolate and he was having something a bit stronger.

A call came across the radio.  A 19 year old woman had left her home, about 90 miles away, and was suicidal.  Her cell phone had pinged to our county.  (note: in emergency situations, such as a person indicating they might hurt themselves, law enforcement can track the person's cell phone.  We call it "pinging" the phone.  We can usually get a fairly accurate idea of their location and find them)  She was slightly east of town and moving east on the freeway that cuts through the center of our county.  But as I heard them report her moving east, along with her name and description of the vehicle she was driving, I knew in my mind that I needed to go west.

I asked the other Deputy where he was going and he said he would head east and try to catch up to her on the freeway.  I was glad he said that, because I had a strong feeling that I needed to go west and I didn't know how I would explain that to him.  So as he headed east, I got on the freeway going west.  In my mind I knew where she was.

Some how I just knew she was in the rest area west of town.  A few minutes later I was pulling through the rest area and I didn't see her vehicle any where.  I was so sure she was there, but as I drove all the way through the rest area, I couldn't see her.  Just as I was nearing the other entrance back onto the freeway, I looked back over my left shoulder and saw her little truck facing the wrong direction, parked next to a snow bank.

As I pulled in behind her truck, I heard the engine try to turn over, but it wouldn't start.  I walked up to her window and introduced myself.  She didn't want to talk much, but I was able to verify her identity.  Her truck was out of gas and she was getting pretty cold.

Over the next half an hour, she opened up more and more.  She didn't want to go home.  She did have a bottle of pills that she gave to me for safe keeping.  I had our dispatcher call the police department in her home town to let them know she was safe.  A few minutes later I got a call from an officer in her town.  He asked if he could pass my phone number on to her father.

A few minutes later, I was on the phone with a very scared father.  I also had a 19 year old daughter at the time and I felt the pain of this man - and the joy he felt knowing his daughter was safe.  He thanked me over and over again.  Another Deputy and a State Trooper were talking with her while I talked to her dad.  She wouldn't talk to him.

Eventually she agreed to let her family come pick her up.  The State Trooper said he'd take her down the canyon to where they could meet up with her family.  She was smiling when she thanked us and said goodbye.

I never saw her again.  I like to think that everything worked out for her and that she's living a happy life.  But that night as I drove home, there was no doubt in my mind that God knows every single one of us.  He knows where we are and what we need.  I knew He had sent me to her and maybe just for a moment, I had the honor of of being the instrument in His hands as He reached out to a daughter who was struggling.  It was one of those moments that make it all worth it.

I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. - John 10:14

Publicans & Sinners


We received a call one night regarding a guy starting a fire in his front yard.  We knew the address well.  It was one of our regular customers.  I could see the fire from a couple blocks away.  It wasn't massive, but it was enough to get the neighbors worked up.  Another Deputy responded as well.  The guy we were dealing with could be violent and didn't much like cops.

"What's up?", we asked him as we walked up.  "Just cookin a steak", he replied.  Sure enough, he had a steak searing over the flames.  The smoke had a strong gasoline smell and a gas can was sitting nearby.  "Did you use gas on the fire?", I asked.

"Yep", he replied, "had some trouble getting it started, but she's going good now".  The smell of the fuel had to be infused into the meat and I thought it was a waste of a perfectly good steak.

He wasn't breaking any laws so there wasn't much to do about it.  He cursed his neighbors for calling us and we made small talk with him for a few minutes and then left.  As I got back to my vehicle, I had a strong impression come over me.

I thought that if Jesus was still on the earth, He probably would have been sitting by that fire when we came walking up.  I imagined Him sitting there on the ground, probably eating some of that gasoline flavored steak, and teaching this man (who we'd put in Federal prison later that summer) a few things about life.  I imagined all the neighbors and people passing by who would criticize the Savior for spending time with an alcoholic, drug addicted criminal.  I was reminded of a verse of scripture,
And when the scribes and Pharisees saw him eat with publicans and sinners, they said unto his disciples, How is it that he eateth and drinketh with publicans and sinners? - Mark 2:16
Most of the good people in town would never give this guy the time of day, but I think that's exactly the type of people Christ spent most of His time with.  Now I'm not saying you should go hang out with drug addicts and criminals, but they are God's children just like we are.  God loves them and even though I don't see Him, I feel His presence every night as I deal with them.  He's there.  Just like He was there with them when He walked the earth so long ago.

And every night as I respond to calls to deal with "publicans and sinners" I find that Christ is always there and it helps me remember that I'm a sinner too.  I need Him just as much as they do.  He can't look on any sin with allowance and after a night of publicans and sinners, I go home, kneel down and ask God to forgive my sins and thank him for giving me one more day.