I don't feel the need to defend cops. At least not at this point in time.

Before that first line completely turns you off let me just explain that I think, especially lately, cops have done a lot to prove they aren't the monsters out to tear apart America that media portrays them as.

To be honest, I've had a really difficult time with the media lately. Haven't we all? But for different reasons I'm sure. Many of my peers are liberal, some conservative. To each their own, but my issue is that many of my peers are perpetuating the hate movement towards officers in blue.

Now there's a ton of reasons why they might be taking such a strong stand against cops in general, and I've tried to consider them all. Could it be simple neglect to fact vs. feeling? Could it be out of concern? Could it be that they have an issue with authority? Could it be that they truly believe standing against men and women in blue will help America?

What I believe our issue today is that we think a few stories constitute for the way the entire system works. We think one crooked police officer means we should reconsider the entire system. Well, I hate to remind everyone, but we do live in a scary world where individuals have the freedom of choice. There are crooked bankers who steal your money. There are teachers that, unfortunately, are child molesters. There are cheap doctors who reuse unsterilized medical equipment. There is always going to be someone doing something wrong in the world, but think about it: If we had the same war on teachers, doctors and bankers that some of us Americans are perpetuating on cops, where would we be? Would society even function?

Well, I'd like to give a personal testament to this conversation.

About two months ago, my grandma had a stroke. Besides her worsening scoliosis, there were no major signs of a decline in her health. She turned 80 this past April, but I've always considered her and my grandfather to be extremely healthy for 80 and 85 years of age.

To be honest, hearing her speak of that day is extremely difficult. She describes it as a day that not only was destined to occur (seeing that her mother survived eight strokes before passing away), but it was the day that marked that she would never be completely herself again.

When she began to feel like something was going wrong, she called my grandfather, who was downstairs in the living room watching the news. She was in my mother's old bedroom going through her ridiculously large clothing and shoe collection, and explained to my grandfather that he needed to call 911 immediately because the room was spinning. My grandpa did just that, raced up the stairs as quickly as his body would allow him to move, and as he entered the room, my grandma collapsed.

Not long after, the Bloomfield Township Police Department appeared at my grandparents front door. In came the gurney to carry my grandmother to the ambulance. Let me remind you, she was on the second floor of their house.

At my grandparent's house, there is a grand foyer when you walk in the front door. To the left are stairs to the second floor in the shape of a semi circle, and create a balcony overlooking the foyer; a really beautiful home, to be honest. If you take a right at the top of the stairs and follow the hallway all the way to the end, you end up in my mom's old bedroom where my grandma was. The hallway is narrow, and because the stairs create a semi-circle shape, it made it extremely difficult for the medical responders to get the gurney to my grandma.

My grandma, still conscious, offered to walk down the stairs. With the last ounce of energy she had left and the help of the officer, she was able to get to the balcony where the first responders helped her carefully onto the gurney.

In your head, you might be mumbling, "Wow, what a hero" in a disgustingly sarcastic tone, but the story isn't over.

You see, that was extremely kind of the officer to help my grandma to the gurney that would take her to the hospital and eventually save her life, but this is an act, although extremely appreciated, that I believe many individuals would take, if in the same position.

What set this officer apart from what I would call an "average person" is what happened nearly a month and a half later when my grandma returned home from her hospital trip the doorbell rang. Standing at the door were two individuals in blue from the Bloomfield Hills Police Department.

"Hello, Mrs. Matthes. We've been thinking about you ever since we were here last a few weeks ago and wanted to come see how you were doing."

My grandma recited the officer's exact words as if they were etched into her memory and would never be forgotten. Recalling this kind gesture even brought her to tears.

The day my grandma explained her stroke to my siblings and me, I saw a completely different side of her. An extremely raw side. My grandma has always been kind of goofy, but also serious; never really emotional, though. I could feel how much it meant to her, what that officer did and the extra effort he put into caring for an individual in his community.

Sir, I hope you read this letter. I hope this letter circulates Facebook and somehow finds its way to your computer screen. You are a man who deserves to wear that uniform. You are a man that deserves praise. You are a man that I am thankful to have protecting the community in which my loved ones reside. You represent what the police force stands for. It is you who made a difference in the lives of my grandparents AND myself. I am eternally grateful for the kindness you showed my grandmother, and the kindness I am confident you will continue to show other Americans in need of your help. I understand being a police officer is not easy nowadays. I might not be able to make it easier to be a man or woman in blue, but it is in spreading stories like these that I hope to make every difficult day feel worth it. Thank you Officer G of the Bloomfield Township Police Department for making such an extensive impact on my grandma's life with such a simple act of kindness, and with all do respect, after the last few years, I don't feel the need to defend you anymore. Your actions speak for themselves.