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Two Iowa Police Officers Killed In Ambush: This Must Stop

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I call the Des Moines metro home. Yesterday, I packed my family up and we moved out of Iowa. My husband, who happens to be a federal law enforcement officer, was recently promoted and that was the reason for our move. Up until last week, my husband would work along side local police departments. He got to know these men and women in uniform. Clearly, I have a heart for law enforcement officers and police officers because I know most put their lives on the line every day to serve & protect because they want to serve the community. They want to do the right thing. Despite the risk, they love what they do. They try to make the world a better place. And yet, sometimes their world is completely shattered. 

When I woke up this morning, in our new town, I saw some devastating news from my friends in Iowa. One of my friends was begging for prayers. Her husband is a Des Moines Police Officer. Their family in blue is hurting. I saw news story after news story about the tragedy that took place in the early morning hours. I was stunned and deeply saddened to hear the news that not 1 but 2 officers (from Des Moines & Urbandale) were killed in the line of duty. They were attacked. Ambushed for no reason other than the uniform they wore. 
 
I don’t understand how this happens. How can someone be filled with so much anger and hate that they decide to kill anyone, let alone a police officer? I can’t fathom how someone thought that was okay. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time. I’m terrified it won’t be the last time.
 
These brave men and women put their lives on the line every day for us. For me and for you. They do this knowing there are people out there who hate them simply because of their chosen career. It’s a difficult time to be a police officer but that doesn’t stop them from doing their job. They work tirelessly around the clock for us. They deserve kindness and respect. The whole world needs more kindness. 
 
To the officers and their families who are grieving this tragic loss, I’m sorry. There are no words and I know nothing can make it better. Know that my thoughts and prayers and those of millions of others are with you. I might not be in Iowa anymore, but my heart is still there and right now, it’s broken. 
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Alissa Kay

Alissa was born and raised in the Midwest and currently calls Wisconsin home. She's happily married to her college sweetheart and she's living out her dreams of being a stay-at-home mom. Although, let's be real, she's hardly ever home. She's the mom to 3 kids who all came to her via adoption. A boy (8) and 2 girls (6 and almost 4!). The kids keep her plenty busy, but when she has free time she enjoys a night out with friends or curling up with a good book.

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