|Dad was a chaplain with the St. Petersburg Police
Department. Here, his application letter:
Dear Sgt. Perez:
My maternal grandfather, Rudolph Brokopp, was a Chicago policeman – and my hero. When I was seven years old, one of my aunts asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was in second grade at the time, and had just been taught by the nuns that when a man is ordained to the Sacred Priesthood, he is a priest forever.
My answer to my aunt was, “I want to be a policeman first, and then after that I want to be a priest, because you can’t quit that job.”
I remember everyone in the room laughing, and my mother giving me a good hug.
Why do I want to be a Police Chaplain? Because it seems as if that little seven-year-old boy’s dream might finally be fulfilled in God’s own way. And I like to think that Grandpa Brokopp would be proud of me.