Watching Over Us

Here's an interesting thing about my neighborhood: you can't swing a cat without hitting a cop. Not that I would ever propose or condone hitting a cop, with a cat or otherwise. But in a two-block area, there are no less than seven officers. Earlier this summer, the neighbor behind me and the neighbor across the street added us to the soldiers and families that they pray for. Consider that: These officers, who go out every day and protect us, are praying for the soldiers overseas.