A significant portion of my life was dedicated to protecting others. Because I wasn’t protected.  Especially by the ones who should have done so. A friend with similar personal and professional experiences said we weee destined to do so. To run to the fire rather than away.

A life filled with weak cowards, so we vowed and strove to do the opposite. 

My primary role at the NYPD was to protect it.  What an honor – to protect the protectors. 

The role of a lifetime. 

Only a few truly understand. 

They are enough. 

It was costly. 

It was worth it.

This wasn’t on purpose but it occurred to me just vert recently that I named my kids after two legendary protectors.

The girl for her father and people.

The boy for his Khan.  In fact he said he would protect Genghis as closely like a felt coat.

I used to pray the following for them:

That my daughter would fight others and fight for others.

That my son would never be outmaneuvered and envelop others like water.

May God shine His face upon them and look kindly on those petitions.