I’m writing to The Telegram because I want the people of this province to hear a story, a story that deserves to be told.
In June of 2013, I was giving life-shattering news.
My then five-year-old son, Jonah, was diagnosed with leukemia. Within three days, he began a chemotherapy regime that will continue until August 2016.
As most people can imagine, we have had sad days and scary days. We’ve had angry and just downright devastating days.
There have been days when I have held my son while his tiny body was wracked with sobs or tense from anxiety and fear.
I’ve held him at night while he slept and wondered if I would get to see him grow up.
However, the story of these days, the bad days, is not the story I want to tell you.
Instead, I want to share the story of one very happy day. A day that was given to us for no reason other than the kindness and compassion that filled one Royal Newfoundland Constabulary officer’s heart.
Jonah wants to be a police officer when he grows up and during his last hospital stay he asked me what I thought a “real life” police station looked like on the inside. He told me he wished he could see it.
As he slept that night, I took a chance.
I emailed the RNC and asked if it was possible for my son to be given a little tour.
The response I received and the actions of the RNC afterwards was nothing short of astounding.
I could spend all day telling you what my son did the day we spent with the RNC.
The highlights include meeting the horses and K9 unit, visiting the firing range, Jonah was sworn in as an honorary police officer by the superintendent, complete with his own badge and official hat. We were picked up at our home in a cruiser and even met the new chief of police.
Every single member of the RNC that we encountered that day was excited to meet Jonah; every last one went out of their way to make him feel special.
When a child is diagnosed with cancer, their life radically shifts. Carefree days are replaced with hospital visits and treatment.
They are forced to cope and deal with things no child should have to endure.
The RNC gave my son a gift that day.
They gave him the gift of just being a little boy again. I watched as the light once again filled my son’s eyes. I saw him smile and giggle without a care in the world.
Those men and women helped him to forget and they helped me to forget, too.
The constable who arranged all this, who gave up his time to make a little boy happy, I want to thank him.
You went above and beyond for Jonah.
Every time I think about that day, my heart feels full remembering the image of my son so happy.
Your kindness and compassion will never be forgotten.
I know you have not looked for any recognition for that day, but I thought people deserved to know that there truly are angels walking amongst us.