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My brother became a cop because he liked to help people. Just a few weeks on the job he responded to a fatal traffic accident where the victim closely resembled his wife. Apparently the women was pretty well mangled in the accident.
My brother was never the same after that. He used alcohol to escape from the unpleasantries of the job. It eventually caught up with him when he was coming home from a bar after an evening shift, crossed the center line and killed a women. Jail, divorce, depression followed. It took years to rebuild his life, but certain things are hard to ever get over.
I applaud and even envy those who can do the job. Just be sure it's for you before you sign up.
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Lee
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