Imprints

Sometimes, random thoughts from the 911 calls that I have handled will float into
my thoughts. A statement said, or even just one word will trigger a flashback. Some are pleasant, some are not.

I think there would be a market for some sort of anti-bacterial type cleanser, one that could be squirted into the right ear, allowed to seep into the brain and then pour out the left ear, taking with all these random images. Some of the images are so light that as they exited, they would just float way. Other images would most assuredly fall heavily to the ground, hopefully lightening me in the process.

I love what I do for a living, most days. I don't want to change professions, or anything rash. Just sometimes, the emotional toll it has taken feels little heavy. It helps to remember these things:

- The things we see/hear are not the normal.

- To know I can make a difference each and every day.

- I am part of front line protection for some mighty wonderful police officers and
fire fighters.

No, I don't want to do anything else. While venting about the bad memories, I realized that if those memories were erased, I would lose all the good memories of this profession as well.

- I have saw people rise above themselves and situations.

- I have co-workers that are close as siblings now.

- I have helped them and been helped by them.

- The genuine appreciation of a job well done.