Not quite the dead club, but..... Ok, so I am not a member of the dead club, but I could be a close relative! I am a dispatcher. We spend at least 40 hours a week either dealing with crisis, or waiting to deal with the next crisis. If I can see someone, I am comfortable that they are fine. (Ok, when the kids were babies, I checked to make sure they were still breathing, but for the most part, I was ok!) But I am absolutely certain that everytime anyone leaves my sight something horrible is going to happen to them. My kids HATE it. They are 19 and 20 and they still check in on a regular basis just to let me know that all is well. (I think they figured that if they didn't do it at a time that was convenient for them to talk, I would call them at the worst possible moment!) And poor God - I nag him CONSTANTLY asking for his protection over - you name it - my kids, Roxy, my family, my officers, the people on the phone, the people involved in the incident the officers are on or are going to, the deer I pass on the side of the road.......the list seems to have no end. Anyone else like me, or am I truly just crazy??? |