Those reasons were true for me.
But there was another one I never talked about.
Somewhere back in my childhood, when I needed someone the most, nobody showed up.
I wanted to be the person who did.
The Call at 3:08 a.m.
Thirteen years into the job, I thought I had seen every kind of strange call a night shift could bring.
Then dispatch sent me to a quiet neighborhood at 3:08 a.m.
The report was simple:
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