Justice

I chose a career in law enforcement, partly because I believe in justice. If you do the crime, you should do the time, as the saying goes. My biological father is a criminal. The early years of my childhood left me with less-than-ideal memories. I was raised around my biological father until around the age of seven. I was old enough to understand my surroundings and unfortunately old enough to remember. He was heavy into drugs, both using and distributing. He was verbally, emotionally and physically abusive to my mother and my younger sister. I was too young to do much about it then, but I have spent the last 6 years of my life enforcing the justice I was unable to enforce as a child. I am sure you could psychoanalyze my career choice for days. I do not need a therapist to tell me that I chose to be a cop because of the things I witnessed as a child. I saw bad things being done by bad people and knew I wanted to be the “good guy.”

Throughout my career I have seen our justice system at its best and I have seen it fail. I think we all have. It is not perfect. Sometimes the bad guy goes free. Unfortunately enforcing the justice is not my job. That is for the judges. I can only put my faith in the fact that more often than not, justice is served. My job currently is to make sure the sentenced criminals do their time for the crimes they have committed. I spend my days surrounded by drug dealers, murderers, child abusers and even simple thieves. I did not put them in that cell, but it is my job to keep them there and that alone gives me a sense of accomplishment. The inmates under my watch are there for a reason. They broke the law and justice was enforced. This honestly helps me to sleep at night. Without the enforcement of our laws, chaos would ensue. My role is a small role in the grand scheme of things, but I feel a sense of pride knowing that I am doing my part to enforce justice on those who choose to do wrong.