It's always sad to hear of one of our public servants dying while serving, but this one touched me a little more than usual.
He was a motorcycle cop.
When we heard the sad news, I looked closely at the face shown on the TV screen. Did I know him? Was he one of "my" motorcycle cops?
I realized I've never learned any of their names. They sometimes come over and chat a bit, ask about the traffic, ask about how many kids cross and at what times.
I look at his face, and I'm not sure. I try to picture it with a helmet and sunglasses and... I'm not sure.
With school about to start, I'm having to dust off my stop sign. I'm thinking about that first day when the kids are all excited in their new clothes with fresh school supplies. I'm remembering one morning when a little boy stood next to me, wearing a backpack that was almost as big as he was. Just as we were about to cross, a Jeep Liberty sped through the crosswalk. The motorcycle cop to my left fired up his bike and zoomed passed.
I looked down at my little friend and said, "Wow, how d'you like that!?"
His eyes were wide with admiration, eyebrows as high on his forehead as they could go. "WHOA!"
"Yep, he's our hero today"
Rest In Peace Officer Tyner.