Every time I come home, without fail, My wife, my children ask "How was your day, Dad?" Even my buddy Carl is excited to see me, tail wagging "HI DAD!"
My day was "OK" is my standard answer.
What I don't tell them, or ANYONE is about my Demon Door. The Demon Door is a place way back in the darkest corner of your brain that you store stuff you do not want to deal with.
Today, I saw a woman overdose on heroin. At 5:00. In front of her children. In front of her grandchildren. The grandchildren were watching Nickelodeon like nothing was wrong.
Today I saw a completely psychotic woman about to end her life, because of things she had done in her past.
Today I saw a 16 year old girl talking to her mother in a fashion that would NOT be accepted in my generation, and would have probably landed me in the hospital with a fractured jaw and missing teeth if I had uttered those words to my mother.
Yesterday, I saw a Cop, who happens to be a lifelong friend of mine, put himself in danger to make our community a safer place to live. He ended up at the hospital getting stitches.
I was very fortunate enough to talk to a new dear friend of mine tonight. Wanted to know stories. That's when WE realized the Demon Door. There are things we deal with in the Police/Fire/EMS world that the general public cannot deal with, yet we do on a daily basis.
We all have saved and lost loved ones. We have all seen tragedies and travesties. We have all been angry at the situation found, but have done what we were trained and hired to do and made a positive outcome.
So, you people from "Outer Space" that want to know what's in our minds, out of your curiosity?
BEWARE
We ALL have a "Demon Door"
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