When tragedy strikes, we are forced to choose a path.
When my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officers, was killed in the line of duty last year, each of us affected by it were forced to choose a path.
When the sun came up on May 19, 2016 and Davey was dead, I had a decision to make.
Was I going to choose a path of bitterness? Would I be defined as a victim of what was done to me for the rest of my life? Would my life get stuck on this event?
Or would I choose life? Would I figure out how to move forward? Would I deal with the tears and the grief and the hole in my life in light of the fact that I was still here. I still have a purpose.
When tragedy strikes, we are forced to choose. Each day we make a choice. The good news is, if we make a wrong choice one day, we can change it the next. We have this choice until that day of our final breath.
My decision was very easy when I thought of what Davey would want me to do. He loved life. He loved people. He loved God. And he lived his life full speed ahead.
There is no question about which choice would honor his legacy. There is no double what he would say if we got the chance to ask.
He would say live life to its fullest. Love people. Love God. Never stop growing and giving and having fun. Live a life of no regrets. Forgive and move on so you can avoid bitterness and a victim mentality. Value integrity and honor. Make your life count by caring for and helping others.
These are the choices that will honor Davey and honor what he died for.
Its our choice.