By Nancy Dowdy
Well here we are again in the middle of the night. Waking up full of guilt – you know, that moment after the alcohol wore off and you realize what a total disgrace you were. Every single time we feel bad. Every single time we say we won’t do it again… and then every single time we do. We take that first drink and it’s like or best friend found us again. We are funny. We are young. We are who we were before. Wait. There it is. Who was I – BEFORE?
By Vanessa Stapleton – President Armor Up West Virginia
Almost daily, I was made aware of an officer being injured or shot somewhere in the US. I am in many groups across the country where I would see the news of yet another officer critically injured. Being a wife and mother, I used to pray that these officer’s would survive. I imagined the spouse and children were an average family like us and prayed these officers would make it home to them. I was naive then. It wasn’t until our own shooting that I was awakened to the nightmare known as “after the shooting.”
