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Theme Song

I love music. When I'm alone at work I've got Pandora on all the time.  I listen to a random mix of everything.  Recently Lady Antebellum's song from Act of Valor, I Was Here, has been speaking to me.  You can listen to it here http://youtu.be/BosXKvWTK3g

The chorus says what I have felt all my life.
I wanna do something that matters
Say something different
Something that sets the whole world on its ear
I wanna do something better
With the time I've been given
And I wanna try
To touch a few hearts in this life
Leaving nothing less
Than something that says "I was here"

When I was in high school doing something different was going to a college where I didn't know anyone.  I could have taken the safe path and gone where all my friends went, but I needed something new and different.  When I began college I was focused on going to law school.  I thought that would be a way I could help others, but I later realized they only get to work with what law enforcement gives them.  If I really wanted to make a difference I needed to get into law enforcement.

I was scared when I started applying for jobs as a cop.  I was a 125 pound college cheerleader.  I was also worried I was wasting my education on a job that didn't require any college, but something continued to pull me towards this career.  I really felt like I could make a difference, and if I let my fears of being completely physically unqualified get in the way I would never get to make that difference.

I hired on at the first agency that offered me a job, and on day 1 I was worried I was in over my head.  Everyone was nice, but nearly everyone was male.  They were all bigger, and had stories of the fights they had been in.  I rode with an officer for a few hours that day, and I had to pull the seat out of my rear after flying to a fight call.  There was no way I could drive like that and not wreck, but I had to stick this one out.  I can't even explain the force other than I know God played a huge part in keeping me there that day.

I've been in Law Enforcement for 8 years now.  I was a Patrol Officer for 2 years, and I have been a Detective for the last 6.  Looking at my career I know there is still lots more ahead of me, but I would like to think I have left a mark.  I hope there are victims that appreciate the work I have done.  At only 30 I have been the lead investigator on an attempted murder, lead crime scene on another murder, worked more child cases than anyone wants to know and taken a few drugs off the street.  Some days I don't think I have done much with my life, but when I look at what I have done at only 30 I'm pretty pleased with the mark I am making.  I know there is more ahead of me.  I'm only about 1/3 of the way through my career.

I haven't talked much about my job in past posts, but it is something I am proud of.  I have worked my butt off to leave my mark in the world.  I have found my passion, and I will put my everything into succeeding at what I do.  

This is my something that matters, something different and something that will touch hearts.  My career is what I will use to say "I was here"!

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