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A Policeman Thinks He Has To Eat Alone, Then One Little Angel Changes His Life Forever

My Uncle Curt was in the habit of talking to LOTS of kids while he worked.

He would drive around town, or he’d walk up and down the streets, saying hello to neighbors he’d known since he was a little boy, and inevitably, he’d stop to chat with an individual or a group of kids who’d gather around to ask him questions about his profession.

Yes, my uncle was a police officer and served over 30 years with the force. He’s the reason I cheer whenever Blue Lives Matter scores another major victory.

Anyway, he had a special ability with children. He could put them at ease, stir up their imaginations, and teach them…all at the same time.

Sergeant Steven Dearth of the Hingham Police Department near Boston is apparently the same kind of person. While eating at a local Panera Bread during his shift, he happened to have met a most wonderful little girl.

Independent Journal Review:

“While waiting in line for his food, he noticed a little girl looking at him, so he smiled and waved and she returned the gesture.

When Sgt. Dearth’s food was ready, he found a table in a back corner of the restaurant so he could monitor the entire dining room — something he says all police officers do, whether on duty or not.

A few minutes after he sat down, the little girl he had previously said hello to came over to his table, hopped up in the seat, and introduced herself.

The adorable incident — that Sgt. Dearth has since described as the ‘best dinner date of his life’ — was caught on Panera’s surveillance cameras and is now being widely shared on social media.

Sgt. Dearth told Independent Journal Review that during their dinner, the very personable and outgoing 3-year-old named Lillian (also known as Lily) told him all about her favorite movies, about her preschool, and that she wants to be a police officer when she grows up.”

Following the dinner, Sgt. Dearth showed Lillian the squad car and talked with her about becoming a police officer.

As they parted ways, they snapped a picture to remember their dinner together.

Fondly, I still recall the time my Uncle Curt caught me up by the small cemetery where my grandfather, his father, was buried.

I often climbed the wall and visited my grandfather’s grave to talk to him. On that particular occasion, my uncle shouted, “Hey!” Once I climbed down, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Before I could answer, he added, “Just slip in through the front gates. The chain’s always loose.”

Shocked and happy, I hugged my uncle and we went to visit my grandfather together.

Pray for our men and women in blue! And if you haven’t voted already, please make your voice heard in our recent poll: Do you think America is doing enough to protect our police officers?

Source: Independent Journal Review

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