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		<title>Officer Down</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2015 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kate Robinson]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today is Sunday, May 24, 2015. The weather is overcast and cool, and it’s definitely one of those days where the video games will get a lot of use…. Funny thing – this was also the case exactly one week ago. May 17, 2015. It was overcast and cool, and a Sunday much like so many others. The kids were playing downstairs, and I was hiding out in my room for a few minutes just to clear my mind before the mundane tasks of motherhood took over and I was forced to play second fiddle to everyone elses’ needs. Then my phone rang. Now, anyone and everyone who knows me knows how much I LOATHE speaking on the phone. 1996 Kate? Loved it. 2015 Kate? Not so much. But the person on caller ID just so happens to be one of my favorite men on the planet, so I answered. “Hey, Kate. What are you doing?” “Nothing – just sitting on the toilet.” “Okay, well I’m glad you’re sitting down, because Heather was just shot, and she’s on her way to the hospital.” In that moment, I knew I wasn’t fully processing what I was hearing. It couldn’t be. Not in a million years. Not Heather. NO. No, no, no, no, no. I immediately went into “Robot Mode”. “Okay – where is she now?” “She’s at the hospital, in surgery. The hospital is on lockdown, so when you get here, call me and I’ll get you in.” See, I’m not a police officer. I am what police like to refer to as, “a civilian.” Call me whatever the hell you want – just let me see my friend. Now Heather – Heather is a police officer, and a damned fine one at that. The department is lucky to have her, and even though she may not patrol my neighborhood, I still feel safe knowing that officers of her caliber are out there, putting themselves in harm’s way in order to make our city as safe as it can be. I know there has been a lot of tension in recent months or even years with regards to law enforcement, but let me be perfectly clear. This post has really nothing to do with that. This post is about two friends. From the first moment I met Heather, years ago, something clicked. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew the second we met that we’d be friends for life. And I was right. We text almost every day, tag each other in silly Instagram posts and send each other ridiculous memes in long text threads involving at least three other people at all times. She’s my “go-to” when I’m having a bad day, and she’s my “go-to” when I’m having a wonderful day. But it’s not just Heather who is amazing. Her family is amazing. Her mom and dad are hilarious, and two of the kindest people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. At parties I have had the opportunity to meet many of her co-workers, and I have to say… most police officers are pretty fun to hang out with when not in uniform. I will admit that, as a civilian, I can’t help but feel a little bit like an outsider when we are all together; after all, I have no idea what it’s like to put your life on the line, every single day and/or night, for strangers who more often than not, seem to want to point out your failures as an officer, rather than praise you for being as close to a superhero as superheroes get. Not to mention, sometimes someone will make a joke, and then you’ll hear a resounding, “now THAT’s what I call a 1086 or a Code 5911, etc.” or whatever cop jargon they use, and then I just look around the room thinking, “I need to get a cheat sheet for this crap.” Now, back to May 17. As I sped down the freeway, yes… I SPED, I didn’t know what to think. Was she dead? Was she paralyzed? Would she ever be the same? I thought about her fiancé, the buddy who’d called me. I thought about her mom and dad and brother and all of her fellow officers whom I’d met. I felt numb and utterly helpless, and I cannot, for the life of me, think of a worse feeling than that of feeling utterly helpless; unable to say or do anything to improve or change the circumstances in which you find yourself. When I finally reached the hospital, I was taken aback by all the police cruisers, cars and just men and women in uniform literally protecting her from any outsiders. It was a marvelous, albeit, stressful sight. I was overcome with pride and happiness that she worked with so many good men and women who love and care for her as much as the rest of us do. I can’t begin to try to imagine what it would be like, as a fellow officer, to see someone you put your life on the line with every day in such unknown circumstances – but at that moment, I couldn’t even think. I just needed to see her. Immediately. As I approached a group of officers in and out of uniform, I asked if I could go in with them so I could see her. I already knew her room number – I wasn’t exactly a stranger. One of the officers looked at me suspiciously and said, “You know Heather?” My response? “Well, I’m going to be a bridesmaid at her wedding, so I sure hope so.” I know my sarcastic humor couldn’t have been more ill-timed, but laughter is how I deal with most things. If I’m not laughing – I’m crying, and there was no way in hell I was going to let her see me upset – she was my hero, and now it was my time to be hers. I was escorted into the waiting room where I was greeted by 20-30 police officers. Some in uniform – others not. Greeted might be a strong word, since the room was cold and tense. To say I was intimidated would be a hugely gross understatement. I scanned the room and only recognized two officers, and was receiving suspicious glances from everyone else. I didn’t blame them. The waiting room had a level of tension I had never experienced before. Of course, I had also never been in this situation before. Obviously, many of the police officers there remained stoic and poised. I, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. So I sat down and loudly stated, “For the record, nobody has permission to check my purse or my trunk.” (sigh) I don’t know what I was thinking…. I just couldn’t handle all the serious tension. We were ALL helpless at that point, so might as well break the ice in the only way I knew how. It was well-received by some, and by others? Not so much. On the bright side, I had the opportunity to speak to many of her fellow officers, and I was able to meet many new and wonderful people whom I know I will see again and greet with hugs. Now, before I reached the hospital, I already knew the details of what had happened to her and when I arrived, I was able to get an update about her condition. And I can now definitively say, with 100% certainty, that the media has no clue what the hell they are doing or talking about. They couldn’t get the information they wanted, so they made up whatever they thought would attract the most attention. It’s sad, really. I just sat there, waiting for hours, just hoping to see her face and let her know that I was here. I even brought dumb magazines to keep her company, but after three hours of waiting, we were told by the hospital staff that we had to leave. Not just civilians – everyone, except for the officers on duty protecting her. I saw her fiancé, hugged him, and asked him to please make sure he let her know that I was there, even if I couldn’t see her. He assured me he would, so I gave one of the officers on duty the magazines, and I went home. When I came back the next morning to see her, I ran into one of her fellow officers in her cruiser and asked if I could sit with her for a minute before I went in. As we sat in the car talking, something most unexpected happened. An African-American man cleaning up the garbage around the hospital approached the officer’s window and said something I will never, ever forget. He said, “Hello, Officer. How’s your friend doing? I really am praying for her and a good recovery.” Then he said, “Listen, I wanted you to know something. I live in a very bad part of town – I guess you’d call it the ‘hood&#8217;, and most of my family and neighbors are in gangs and involved in drugs and stuff, and I know that there’s been a lot of stuff going on and being said in the media about cops and blacks, but I have not heard one single person make light or laugh at your friend’s situation. No one is cheering. No one is clapping. No one is celebrating.” That really got to me. I had no idea one man’s comment could put so many things into perspective. See, Heather is not just a police officer. She is a human being. She is someone’s daughter. She is someone’s sister. She is someone’s friend. She is someone’s fiancee. She is someone. It is so easy to forget in times of strife and evolution, that at our core, we are all people. That man didn’t know her. He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know the details. All he knew, was that she was hurt and he was praying for her. It was as simple as that. It is so easy to forget in times of strife and evolution, that at our core, we are all people. I wish we, as a society, could look past the uniform, and realize that yes, there are police officers out there who give others a bad wrap, especially the ones who give me tickets for having tinted windows on my minivan, but take the uniform off and we are all just people. And people need each other. And when someone so close to you comes thisclose to losing their life, it really makes you resent all the negativity pointed at these heroes we so easily take for granted. It has now been one week since Heather was shot. Looking back, and after speaking with someone I love, it was made apparent to me that having my tallest best friend shot and almost die was essentially a perfect storm of all of my worst fears and anxieties coming at me at once. I wasn’t able to eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even be a mom – I was so wrapped up in the hailstorm, and now, a week later, I’m finally starting to feel normal again. And that is mostly due to my hero, Heather. God love her. She’s the one who reassured me that she would be ok. She and her fiancé are the ones who held me when I went to their house and laid on her lap and cried. She is the one who continued to smile and put me at ease, even though she’s the one who took a bullet. She was there for me when I wanted to be there for her, and if THAT isn’t the definition of a hero, then I don’t know what is. I want the WORLD to know what an amazing woman, friend and police officer she is, and San Diego is lucky as hell to have her. I love you, Heather. You are my hero. You are everyone’s hero. ~ Your Shortest BFF]]></description>
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		<title>MIRACLE on ice &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2015 02:39:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Samantha Solada]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[No I am not referring to when the U.S. men’s hockey team defeated the Soviets in the 1980 winter Olympics. The miracle that I am going to share with you today is the story of my engagement to the love of my life. If you would have told me 2 yrs ago that that summer I would meet the man of my dreams and be completely head over heels in love with my best friend I would have told you that you were certifiably insane! At 29 I had become somewhat accepting of the fact that I would just be the cool aunt that was eternally single. No one ever warns you how hard dating in your late twenties are. You’re finally in a place where you know who you are and what you deserve, but where do you find someone to fit this ideal? (it’s not like college where you’re surrounded with possibilities) So, after some nudging by my sister, I decided to try online dating and signed up for Match.   After months of endless first dates I was exhausted, and decided to take a break. I spent April helping my twin sister prepare for her up coming wedding in May. In June I realized that Match had charged me for another month so I decided to go on one last date, best decision of my life! Kirk and I decided to meet in Pittsburgh because it was half way for both of us.  I was told to meet him Friday at 5 and he would take care of the remaining details(I tried my best to get more info out of him but he said it was a suprise). Well we took the incline to Mount Washington,which was so fun and something I hadn&#8217;t done since i was 6, ate at Bella Vista, an amazing restaurant with a beautiful view of the city, and talked and laughed the whole time. I was definitely smitten, not only had he done more planning for that date than anyone before, he was so genuine. Neither of us wanted the date to end so we decided to go to Bar Louie for some drinks. I have never laughed so hard or smiled so much in my life. We walked along the river walk, had our first kiss, and he drove me back to my car. It was the first time I truly did not want the date to end, and in many ways it didn’t. We ended up going to lunch that Sunday and then to Latitude 360 on Monday and made plans to go to the pirate game that Friday. We lived an hour apart from each other, but that didn’t stop us from seeing each other at least once a week and every weekend for the next year. We did anything and everything you could think of, movies, ski trips, the zoo, comedy clubs, concerts, sporting events, dinners, ice skating, holidays, weddings, trips to lake, biking, and even paddle boarding, but more than anything we just loved being together. We both have crazy schedules working full time, me going back to school for nursing, and him going back for his masters, but we always find a way to put each other first. We take turns picking each other up when it all seems to be too much and just too stressful. I have never had that give and take in a relationship; he was constantly there for me showing what it truly meant to be someone’s other half. His love is so pure and unconditional I have never experienced anything like it. I could just be my goofy self all the time with no judgment. After a year of dating he asked me to move in and of course I excitedly said yes. Everyone kept asking when he was going to pop the question and honestly I wasn’t sure. I knew beyond a doubt I was going to spend the rest of my life with him so I never gave it too much thought. Summer ended and the fall came with us enjoying our first Halloween and Thanksgiving living together and December was fast approaching. He reminded me that we needed to plan a weekend to go ice-skating at PPG. He took me last year because it was something I had always wanted to do and we had so much fun we decided to make it “our tradition.” It has a huge Christmas tree in the middle of it and is surrounded by beautiful lights and is just magical. We decided to go the first weekend in December and were rained out; gotta love Pittsburgh weather. By the time Friday came back around I was exhausted, and knew he had a long week too, so I told him we could go another time, but he was adamant that we go because he didn’t want us to miss out on our tradition and our weekends tend to fly by (little did I know he had much more up his sleeve than keeping our tradition alive). We met my sister and her husband at PPG, had a bite to eat, and then went skating. I was so happy to be there with him and was just enjoying the moment. He asked me to stop for a second because he needed to fix his skate. So there we were stopped in the center of the rink, I turned to see if he fixed his skate yet and saw him down on one knee. I won’t bore you with all he said, but it was the most beautiful and honest thing I had ever heard. I knew he loved me with all he had but to hear him say it and hear how much I meant to him and how amazing he thought I was and how much I have changed him for the better was indescribable. He got as far as “will you” before I yelled YES, I have never felt happiness like that and couldn’t stop shaking. The moment was what movies are made of and beyond perfect, just like Kirk is beyond perfect … for me. I hope this story made you smile and more than anything I hope it makes you want to never settle in any part of you life. Trust your gut and know that you deserve everything you have ever dreamed of and it will happen and can be yours if you just believe in yourself.]]></description>
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