I am not a public defender.
I do not wake up each morning, and lace up my boots. I don’t wait for a radio to tell me the next location of some rational emergency happening in the surrounding community. I have never sat behind a computer preparing myself for when the phone rings, calming myself and my voice before the storm. I have not dispatched anyone to a loose dog, or a house fire, or a life alert button being pushed. I don’t carry a gun, I don’t call out license plates that look suspicious. I have no clue who sits behind bars waiting for trial, or know the roster of who has court today. I have not listened to my co-workers being attacked, knowing I was unable to help.
There are no major events in my life that I can pinpoint for depression. No scenes that I have run…
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