This is Our Calling
This is Our Calling
None of us asked for this job. What person in their right mind would want to feel the pain and loss we each feel. The grief when someone is found dead. The tearing of our hearts when the person is found but not in the same condition they left in. We can't only feel joy of a person being found and returned to their family.
It is all connected.
The sleepless nights wondering where someone is or trying to understand how another human being could kill an innocent person. Answers that we will never get no matter how much we want them. The hours searching for updates on a case. The scrapes and blisters from searching the woods all day. The anxiety over did we do everything we could or did we miss something. The blurry eyes and headaches from researching all hours of the night and lack of sleep.
The frustration when we don't feel like we are getting anywhere or helping enough. The darkest time of night when we ask why am I doing this, it isn't even my family. The missed appointments and school plays lost because we were talking to a person who's family member is missing and comforting them.
None of us want this. We do this not for a pat on the back or 15 minutes on TV, we do this for all the people who can't. Yes it's very hard, yes it can be more painful than you can imagine. But all that can't compare to the feeling you get when you help bring a person home.
The day you don't feel anything when you hear a person was hurt or killed needlessly is the day you should walk away.
We are a unique group of people who are drawn to each other. Complete strangers who have a common bond, helping the helpless. We support each other and give words of comfort or encouragement. We keep each other going because deep down we understand when others don't. Like I said before none of us want this...
it is our calling.
None of us asked for this job. What person in their right mind would want to feel the pain and loss we each feel. The grief when someone is found dead. The tearing of our hearts when the person is found but not in the same condition they left in. We can't only feel joy of a person being found and returned to their family.
It is all connected.
The sleepless nights wondering where someone is or trying to understand how another human being could kill an innocent person. Answers that we will never get no matter how much we want them. The hours searching for updates on a case. The scrapes and blisters from searching the woods all day. The anxiety over did we do everything we could or did we miss something. The blurry eyes and headaches from researching all hours of the night and lack of sleep.
The frustration when we don't feel like we are getting anywhere or helping enough. The darkest time of night when we ask why am I doing this, it isn't even my family. The missed appointments and school plays lost because we were talking to a person who's family member is missing and comforting them.
None of us want this. We do this not for a pat on the back or 15 minutes on TV, we do this for all the people who can't. Yes it's very hard, yes it can be more painful than you can imagine. But all that can't compare to the feeling you get when you help bring a person home.
The day you don't feel anything when you hear a person was hurt or killed needlessly is the day you should walk away.
We are a unique group of people who are drawn to each other. Complete strangers who have a common bond, helping the helpless. We support each other and give words of comfort or encouragement. We keep each other going because deep down we understand when others don't. Like I said before none of us want this...
it is our calling.
Labels: AMBER Alerts, From Whispers to Roars, Missing People, Murder, Our Calling, Strangers
posted by From Whispers to Roars Admin @ 6/06/2009 06:33:00 AM
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