My Last Hours with my Father

My Last Hours with my Father

He struggled to lift his arm and place his hand over my badge.  At about three o’clock in the morning, I decided to visit him in the hospital.  He was seventy-nine years old and he would die in three hours. I was on my way home from a late night at work, still in my...
“Uncle Joe, that’s awesome!”

“Uncle Joe, that’s awesome!”

On the morning of September 12, 2001, having had a couple of hours sleep, I woke up and put my uniform on and went straight to a memorial service that then New York City Council Member Marty Golden and the community of Marine Park, Brooklyn, put together in the park,...
Bigger Than We Are?

Bigger Than We Are?

A flashlight, darkened room, and my adorable granddaughter Lia! My thoughts on this photo? Aren’t we all so much “bigger” than we think we are? Isn’t our impact more than we know? Just take for example how Lia – and all of the children in our lives – don’t...
Gratitude on My Birthday

Gratitude on My Birthday

Some thoughts on gratitude. Please check out this video that I did on my 63rd birthday. And for that alone, I am appreciative. Live in a state of gratitude, and you’ll never want. Live in a state of want, and you’ll never have enough. Joe...
Legacy Through the Generations

Legacy Through the Generations

When I visited my 106-year-old Uncle Louie in January for his 106th birthday I had a really nice and unexpected exchange that I’d like to share. While I was chatting with my uncle somebody came over to me and said that a man, who was also a resident, wanted to speak...