Prisonlandia Journal Entry 2

 



This past Thursday my HPD badge was returned to me after approximately seven years. This was an emotional day for me and one that I thought at times would never arrive. It was taken when Webster P.D. served a warrant at my home and they did not realize I was in legal possession of it (this was after I left HPD). 

Although the badge itself is a five-dollar piece of metal and has no legal authority anymore, it symbolizes much more on a personal level. This badge symbolizes the hard work that was put in not only in training and preparation but the dedication, discipline, and emotions that were part of wearing it while on duty. This badge symbolizes the decisions that were always made for the right reason and service provided that I will always be proud of. It symbolizes something greater than me and reminds me that despite personal issues that I have suffered through in the past and my public failures that led to its confiscation, when I had this badge on, I was trying to do the right thing and go the extra mile. 

I want so much to name a very special person who assisted me with this, but I will restrain myself and only say to him, thank you very much. 

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