Who protects the protectors?

That’s easy to answer.  Other than God, other protector. And here’s the thing, you don’t need to be in law enforcement or military to be one.  In fact, those fields have their own predators and cowards.  Being a protector is a character thing, it manifests and expresses itself in different ways.

We sheepdogs also wait for our Shepherd to rescue us.  He knows how we protected the sheep and fought off the wolves.  He knows how we got hurt and mangled.   He comes for us because we are his sheepdogs.

Who will know what we did?

A few family.

A few friends.

Those we impacted.

God.

And maybe most importantly, us.

Not a bad audience that.

We saw and experienced a lot of evil.  Professionally and personally.  We are tired.  What we’ve tried to tell others has mainly fallen on deaf unknowing ears. The most important people in our lives failed us.  

Miserably.

That’s why we did what we did. So few had our six.

Shame on them. 

The family and friends who had the power and ability to intervene but did not. 

We came for others. One day, no one will come for them.

We still let God build something new for us.  I don’t think it will be with just the existing pieces but with new ones.  The old pieces will somehow be incorporated into this new mosaic or whatever but it also dawned on me that they will play less of a role than expected.  I think that many of the pieces we think are so consequential in our lives are actually less so.  It may be the ones less expected that play a bigger part.

But as we already know – once one, always one.

That is the pride that only our true brothers and sisters know.