I can still picture the day so clearly. My son, Daven, came rushing toward me, his little hands gripping a bag of cookies as if they were the most precious treasure in the world. His face was lit up with excitement, his words tumbling out faster than I could process.
“Mom, the police officer bought them for me!” he exclaimed.
At the time, it seemed like just another innocent exchange—a small act of kindness from a man in uniform, standing in line at McDonald’s. My son, just a child of 13, had asked for ten cents to buy a treat. The officer overheard him and decided to do more.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” the officer had asked him.
“An NBA star!” Daven replied, his eyes wide with enthusiasm.
“Well, you gotta work hard for that,” the officer said with a smile. That was it—a brief, simple conversation. The officer had opened his wallet, but more importantly, he had opened his heart to a young boy he didn’t know.
Minutes later, that officer—Jeremy Henwood—was gone. Shot while sitting in his patrol car.
I’ll never forget how Daven’s face transformed when he heard the news. The joy, the excitement, the innocence of his moment, all crumbled into confusion, grief, and a weight no 13-year-old should bear.
“Mom… I just talked to him,” Daven kept repeating. “He was just there.”
How do you explain to a child that kindness doesn’t make you invincible? That good people can be taken away in an instant, no matter how much good they bring into the world? I didn’t know how. I still don’t.
But what I do know is this: That single moment with Officer Henwood left a lasting impact on my son. It became a part of him, shaping the person he would grow to be. Daven learned that even in a world where things often don’t make sense, kindness still matters. It has value, and it can change lives, even if those lives are too short.
For weeks after the shooting, Daven struggled to understand why something so unfair could happen to someone who had done nothing wrong. He asked questions that no child should ever have to ask.
“Mom, why him? He was nice.”
“I know, baby,” I’d respond, my heart breaking with each word. “But sometimes life doesn’t make sense.”
He stopped talking about basketball for a while, his dreams of the NBA slipping into the background. I saw the light in his eyes dim, and I feared this tragedy had stolen his spirit. But then, one day, something changed.
Daven came home from school, dropped his backpack, and said, “Mom, I wanna do something good.”
“Like what?” I asked, unsure what to expect.
“I don’t know yet. But something.”
From then on, Daven started to act on that desire to make a difference. He’d help an elderly neighbor carry groceries, sit with the new kid at lunch who had no friends, or simply offer his assistance without waiting for someone to ask. I saw Officer Henwood’s kindness reflected in my son’s actions, and it filled me with pride.
As high school progressed, Daven’s love for basketball returned, but with a new fire. It wasn’t just about making it to the NBA anymore. He played with a purpose—he was driven by something deeper than just a dream of fame and success. He had learned the value of hard work and kindness.
One day, during his senior year, I saw him do something that truly reflected how much Officer Henwood had shaped him. There was a boy on his team, Ramon, who was quiet and often overlooked. After a tough loss, I saw Daven walk over to Ramon, sitting alone on the bleachers, and sit next to him. I didn’t hear their conversation, but I saw the way Ramon’s posture softened. The next day, Ramon played with more energy, more confidence.
When I asked Daven about it later, he said, “I just told him he mattered. That one game doesn’t define him.”
“That was really kind,” I said, proud of the young man he was becoming.
In college, Daven received a scholarship to a state university, but he turned it down. Instead, he decided to go into criminal justice. I was surprised, but when I asked him why, his answer was simple.
“Because good people should wear the badge too.”
Years later, Daven graduated from the police academy. The first time I saw him in his uniform, my heart swelled with pride and fear. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw determination. He knew why he was doing this. He knew who had set him on this path.
And one day, Daven had the opportunity to pass on that kindness. He was on duty when he stopped at a small corner store for a coffee. A little boy was standing at the counter, counting coins, clearly a few dollars short. Without hesitation, Daven pulled out his wallet and handed the cashier the remaining balance.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Daven asked.
“A firefighter,” the boy said.
“Well, then you gotta work hard for that,” Daven replied, just as Officer Henwood had said to him all those years ago.
It was a small moment—a simple exchange—but the ripple effect was profound. Daven had become the man he was because of the kindness he received all those years ago. Officer Henwood’s legacy lived on in him.
Life is full of unpredictable moments, and we never know how long we have with the people we love. But one thing we can control is the kindness we leave behind. Officer Henwood’s kindness didn’t save him, but it lived on in my son and in the people Daven has touched. That is the true power of kindness: it doesn’t ask for anything in return, but it plants seeds that continue to grow, even when we’re no longer around to see them.
So, if you ever wonder if a small act of kindness matters—remember this story. It does. It always does.
If this story touched you, share it. Let’s keep kindness alive.
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