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07/12/2023

07/12/2023

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07/12/2023

Yesterday, SGT McCoy met a man by the name of Dan Williams, age:57, sitting in front of Wendy’s in Horn Lake. He was down on his luck and was hungry. SGT McCoy walked him inside and offered to buy the man lunch. The Wendy’s Management would not let the deputy pay, because they covered Mr. Williams’ meal instead!
SGT McCoy sat down and ate lunch with Mr. Williams. He found out that Mr. Williams had no money or phone and has been catching rides from Ohio in an attempt to get down to Monroe, Louisiana to be with family.
SGT McCoy could tell that Mr. Williams had a good heart and wanted to help him, so he got with Deputies Brea, Garrett, and Andrews. They all pulled money out of their own pockets and pitched in to buy Mr. Williams an $89.00 Greyhound bus ticket to get home, along with an additional $60.00 for some food and necessities. SGT McCoy later said that Mr. Williams broke down and cried as he was dropping him off at the bus station in Memphis, TN. Mr. Williams looked over to SGT McCoy and told him, “Out of all of the people that reached out to help me in my time of need, it was the cops. Thank you!!”
This is not a one time incident….These random acts of kindness happen everyday across this county and our nation with law enforcement officers reaching out to help those in need, but most of these good deeds go unnoticed because that’s our job and that’s what we do. We are proud to protect and serve you!
Credit: DeSoto County Sheriff's Department

07/12/2023

There is an old pony in a big pen by the barn. He has no real purpose. No kids ride him, he is not a companion to another old horse.
We have no history together. He came into my life by happenstance. There are no fond, warm fuzzy memories. I owe him nothing. But he’s polite and kind, and nickers to me as I come out the door in the morning.
He eats a princely sum of special food, and has a premium round bale of irrigated grass that the other horses can only dream of. His water is fresh, and warmed in the winter. I’ve gone out there late at night to make sure he has food, and he’s the first thing I attend to after morning coffee.
Why? Why not send him to the sale where ‘someone’ will want him? At 40 cents a pound, he’d be worth a nice steak dinner and drinks in town. They’ll load him on a truck with 30 other old ponies and horses, and somewhere down that line, if he doesn’t fall from his bad knee and get trampled in the transport, he will become dog food.
There’s a bum calf in our scale house on this cold frosty night. He’s little and scrawny, with p**p stuck to his butt, and a bit of a runny nose. There’s a heater in there keeping the temp above freezing. In the morning I’ll make him a bottle of warm milk replacer and try to convince him to eat some of the pony’s special food. Bob will clean his little house and put down fresh bedding. It would be easier to have left him in the field with the 500 bigger, stronger calves, to steal milk from the occasional tolerant cow, to eventually freeze to death and feed the coyotes that lurk about the herd for just such an opportunity.
There is a wild kitten in the barn who most likely jumped off a utility truck a while back. We’ve been leaving food just for him, and making sure the heated water bowl is full, so he doesn’t have to go outside and perch precariously on the horse waterer to drink.
I guess we sound like saps, the old cowboy and I. Sort of wimpy and un-ranch like.
I guess we are. But at our age, with certain infirmities starting to creep into our daily routines, and the realization that we are not perfect, we are thinking that kindness is a virtue and care is our purpose.
Care of not just the healthy robust animals that make money and pay the bills, but care of everything we are capable of caring for - those creatures that, like us, are in need of a bit more attention to get through the day.
We didn’t go about seeking these creatures- they came to us and landed here not of their own choosing, or ours. But here they are, and off I go to town to a business that provides enough to buy the expensive milk replacer, premium hay, and special pony food.
There may be some karma in all this, or maybe not, but in the end we’ll know we did the best we could for those that needed us.
Peace. Really, I mean it.

07/11/2023

Rode the bus to his graduation.
Walked across the stage with no family support, nobody to hug him or congratulate him.
Rode the bus back home.
The back of his gown wet due to sweat.
He defied the odds.
He was motivated to complete his task.
Congratulations Corey Patrick.

07/11/2023

Today I was on my way to Family Dollar up the street from my house. I saw this FedEx driver, Rondy, do a U turn at the second entrance to a trailer park that used to be Farmview. I looked in my rear view mirror to see him pulled over to help this 75 year old man get his little cart/wagon and groceries out of the ditch. The man had fell into the ditch from the heat. I did not see the man in the ditch, but Rondy did. I turned around to go help the Fedex driver. The older gentleman, 75 years old, had walked to the Food bank up the street. The older gentleman was so exhausted from the heat he could barely stand. I asked them both if I could take a picture of them. They both gave consent. Rondy shows so much compassion, it made me proud. Another gentleman stopped to help. We told Rondy we knew he was busy we would get him to his home. Rondy was thankful. He said they are timed for their deliveries but he still stopped to help this older man. Please help share as much as we can. Hopefully somehow we can get this act of kindness to his supervisor.