Through our eyes, those of us in Criminal Justice, we see the world as right and wrong. Good and bad. Black and white. Sometimes a hazy mix of gray. Saturday nights when you’re out with your friends we can be found in a small room going over documents, crime scene photos and autopsy reports and photos. These are the faces we see at night when we try to sleep. The victims of criminal acts, innocents. Some young, some old but all innocent.
When you’re chatting online with friends about how your day went and complaining about traffic, we’re chatting and complaining about how senseless a current homicide case is. The victims have friends and families. These are the names that are attached to the stories that are attached to the victims, whose faces we see when our eyes are closed.
We replay how the crime may have happened; the frightful moments the victim endured before death and the life they’d lived just seconds before. We see and hear the families cry for help in getting justice. Justice, which is often slow-coming and can be disappointing due to the smallest of errors made by any of the numerous people involved. While you sleep at night, we’re wide awake trying not to make these errors and be the reason the victim and the family doesn’t receive justice.
You get in a bad mood because of a pile of paperwork you received that morning. We get in a bad mood because someone was murdered and the suspect hasn’t yet been identified. You see women and children on the street and don’t think twice about them. Every woman and child we see is a potential victim of domestic violence who is afraid to cry for help.
You have dreams of a better life with more money. We have nightmares of crimes not being solved and suspects moving on to offend another victim. Sometimes in these dreams we see ourselves. Sometimes we win and sometimes we don’t. These are the images we wake with and live with throughout each day.
We see families break down over relatives that have been victimized. We pray for these families and also for ours that they don’t have to see the same fate one day. You drive on the interstate and complain of being late for work. We drive on the interstate and hope the child in the car next to us gets home safely.
You go to the gym to work out and get buff to impress the rest of society. We go to the gym and work out so we won’t get killed if one day faced with a violent criminal. You surf the internet to find the latest entertainment news. We surf the net to find child predators.
You go to lunch every day and talk about how your weekend went. We miss lunch to continue working on a case and talk about autopsy results. You press the accelerator to get to work faster. We press the accelerator to get to an accident faster so we can free victims trapped inside a vehicle.
Some of us are EMS. Some of us are Police Officers. Some of us are judges, lawyers, detectives, firefighters, dispatchers and some are still yet students. Even still, we all have the same goal: to help others. Some of us are in uniform, many are not. We are all brothers and sisters working together to make the world a little better. Some believe it’s a futile effort but we continue to try. If we don’t help, who will? If you’re a victim of domestic violence, it’s us who protect you from the offender when you cry out. When you’re in a car accident, it’s us who pulls you free. When your family has been victimized, it’s us who comfort you and work to bring closure and justice. When you call 911, you rush out while we rush in. The demons we fight are out in the real world but are also inside of us after seeing negative aspects of the human race each day. So when you look into someones eyes and wonder what their life story is, take a moment to consider they might be one of us.
Source by Dakota Blue