About Bradley's Blog:

A cop, a writer and a whole lot more.

Here you'll find my thoughts on writing, links to my published works, law enforcement musings and other tidbits. Please subscribe to my blog and I encourage you to share anything you find worthy. Thanks!

Disclaimer: these are my opinions and mine alone. I am not speaking as a representative of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department in any shape or form here. These are not necessarily the opinions of my employer.

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I wonder...

I wonder if the bloodthirsty news media is satisfied yet. Do you think they're done stoking racial tension with incomplete facts and down right false reporting?

I don't know about you, but for me, the argument of race is dead and gone. I'm a white guy and I've met plenty of people from other racial backgrounds that I'd love to have as my neighbors--black, brown, whatever. And I've met plenty of white folk who I wouldn't want anywhere near my home. It's not about skin color, it's about the color of a person's heart. Is it red, white and blue? Or is it as dark as coal?

How Much is Enough?

Sacrifice. What does that mean?

It's a word that gets used quite a lot, but do we really know what it means?

Sacrifice can be a noun or a verb--a thing or an action. It's often correlated with religious premise, but religious figures or practices don't have exclusive rights to it. Common synonyms are forfeit, endure, cede, immolate and suffer.

The one I like most is simple: offer. It's not glamorous and doesn't require an advanced degree to be in one's everyday vocabulary. But offer also doesn't put the sting into it that real sacrifice actually embodies. Generally, sacrifice hurts.

Watch this quick video and when you come back, we'll talk a little more about sacrifice.

Put down the bag!

I learned at a young age what I would do with my life. Almost like it chose me. It wasn't wanting, it was inevitable. Nobody could ever stop me from achieving my dream to become a policeman.

This dream wasn't fueled by playground bullies or some desire to wield power upon the weak. No, it was fueled by a keen sense of justice--not in the courtroom where legal scholars have exterminated real justice, but in the simple measure of wanting to be a barrier between people doing wrong to others.

Perhaps it was brought about by my mother being killed by a drunk driver when I was six years old. Maybe that pain brought about a desire to prevent others from experiencing the same kind of thing. I'm really not sure, I've just always known I would be a cop. Something else I know is things that happen to us when we're young often set the stage for how we perceive the world as adults. That's not groundbreaking information, I know. However, I'm hoping the true story I'm about to tell will resonate and take your understanding to a new level.