This is my brother, pictured with my son, who adores police officers, because of my brother. He is a husband, a son, a grandson, a brother, the BEST uncle, a nephew, a cousin, and a soon to be
(within days) daddy. He is also a police officer. He signs up his days and nights to care for the citizens he has sworn to protect and serve. He answers calls that could cause him harm. He answers calls that save others from harm. He investigates accidents. He protects motorists and protestors from traffic accidents. He is a good police officer. His intentions and morals are good and without regard of race, as are most police officers.
His life matters to his wife, to his son, to our parents, to me as his sister, to our Mimi, and to my children who look up to him with the greatest love and admiration.
He is the best of the best and is a police officer.
He is one who will teach the next generation how to love one another despite our differences.
Through his actions he will continue to teach my children, and his, what it means to serve others – even those who hate him only because of the uniform he wears. Without him, many lives could be lost, all while he risks his own.
He serves as a personal and living reminder that each of the people who choose to risk their safety for others is a loved one, as are those whose lives have been lost at the hands of a police officer, with or without cause.
We have to love one another. We have to serve one another. We have to learn to respect and honor one another. We have to forgive one another. We have to protect one another – for He holds ALL in the palm of His hands.
Melissa Tyra is a wife, mom, lover of animals, food, wine, reading and travel. She is also someone we love very much and deeply respect.


We love baseball. It connects our family. We invest our time together because of the lessons learned on and off the field. These lessons are easily adapted into business and life.
I began my adventure with Front Porch back in October of 2016, and as I reminisce about my time here, there is nothing but a smile upon my face. Throughout my experience, I have three major takeaways that I would like to share:
I recently read a book entitled
Of course, he is right. Transition, whether big or small, presents a tremendous opportunity to make things better. Make you better. But it must be approached thoughtfully and respectfully; because that’s when the magic happens.
Every morning, I wake up, brush my teeth, make a pot of coffee, shower, and get ready to start my day. I do it in that order, every single day. It is my routine. Now, think about your daily routine. Do you check your phone first? Wake up your children? Make breakfast? We all have routines, and I think it is what keeps me grounded. As human beings in the twenty-first century, we do everything at a very fast pace. Our brains encode the things we do each day into something referred to as habits. We get tangled into the cycle of habits, and it hinders us from noticing what is going on around us and it puts our imagination on time out. Now you’re probably thinking, “Well, I like my routine.” And trust me, so do I, but I think we get a little too caught up in them.
As I sit down to write this, I am surrounded by a big mess… a very big mess. We are currently in the process of renovating our house. My washer and dryer are temporarily set up in my living room, my water is cut off for the day and I’m trying to figure out where in the already-crowded dining room to put the bathtub that is about to be delivered for the next month or so. My dog is barking at me because of all of the strange people working on our house and her restricted access to her yard, and my daughter wants to see what everyone is working on and try to figure out how she can “help.” Oh, and did I mention I’m almost 8 months pregnant?