At the ripe old age of 32, our daughter, Trina, decided to become a police officer. She'd worked various office jobs since graduating from a community college 12 years ago. She went through several interviews and physical tests of strength and agility. Also had to run 1 1/2 miles under 14 minutes! There were several hundred people who tried out for the 27 positions in the class. She was quite proud of herself for being one of those who succeeded.
Trina with her proud sister, Rebecca
After 23 weeks of evasive driving training, getting shot with rubber bullets by the SWAT team, running, jumping, doing push ups and pull ups, and learning to shoot not only a hand gun, but a 12 gauge shotgun, graduation finally came.
As she walked across the stage, her cheering squad let out quite a noise. We had a full row of relatives and after about a dozen grads had walked across the state, we were the first to make such a noise! For some reason everyone was pretty subdued - except, of course, for us. As the Chief handed Trina her certificate, he asked if she'd brought her own cheering team!
As she walked across the stage, her cheering squad let out quite a noise. We had a full row of relatives and after about a dozen grads had walked across the state, we were the first to make such a noise! For some reason everyone was pretty subdued - except, of course, for us. As the Chief handed Trina her certificate, he asked if she'd brought her own cheering team!
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