This thought just occurred to me. This may or may not be the right time for it, but I’m writing it down.
We want professional peace officers, correct? A few agencies require a bachelor’s degree to be an officer because they recognize that the time spent in college that results in a degree produces a more well-rounded person. College, generally, gives one a wider worldview, a more all-encompassing, all-embracing perspective.
What’s the problem? Not everyone can afford a college education in America. Lots of good candidates can’t afford the degree.
Solution: 1) Require the degree to be an officer 2) Make college free Problem solved. Those that want to be cops will go through college, turning them into a more “well-rounded” person, and money won’t be a barrier.
It’s fortuitous that I would see and read this article today because just this morning I had an encounter with a homeless person.
He was sitting at the exit from the subway, saying to each person that passed by, “Can you spare a dollar or two for me?” When it was my turn for him to address me I said “Not today. Sorry” and continued on my way.
Half way up the escalator I felt ashamed. I thought of Jesus’ words regarding what we do for the least of our brothers. I wondered if that was Jesus and I failed the test. Not only had I ignored this brother, but I had lied to him. He had asked if I could spare a dollar or two and I said no.
That wasn’t true. I certainly could have spared a dollar or two. I just didn’t want to. Well, that’s not entirely true. I said “no” automatically, as if by rote.
I walked the rest of the way to work thinking about what I could do differently. (Mind you, I felt bad, but my pride wouldn’t let me go back. Silly, I know, and I’m ashamed of it now.) My thought at that time was that I could put a few $1’s in my front pocket so as to be prepared for this next time. This article gave me more ideas as to what I could do.
Here it is, the day before Thanksgiving and time to write my semiregular post on Autumn. The last was written in mid-October of 2017, over two years ago. I never got around to writing it last year, most likely because this time last year I was looking forward to another trip to Bucharest and not necessarily dreading the season. I was looking forward to the centenary of Romania’s Great Union Day, the parade, the Christmas Market at Piata Constitutiei, the street decorations, possibly a day trip to Brasov, and maybe even a little snow. All of that came to pass, and I had a wonderful time.