Officer Ryan Tillman, a well-loved school resource officer at Don Lugo High School in California, found a unique way to bid farewell to the students.Having built strong relationships during his time at the school, Tillman was set to leave his position after earning a promotion to Chino Police Corporal.But instead of a typical emotional goodbye, Tillman opted for something more memorable. Working alongside the school’s principal and dance team, Officer Tillman arranged a surprise dance performance during a school assembly….
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