Back in the 1980s, my father was a police officer in and around Houston, Texas. Around that time, synagogues were being vandalized by skinheads and other racists in the area. In response, off-duty police officers voluntarily mobilized to combat the racists and, of course, my dad was one of the good guys.
Throughout this period, many people from the Jewish community made baked goods and other foodstuffs for him, which then found their way to me. To this day, it has not only made me appreciate the good people in general, but their food in particular. Mazel Tov!