I get asked a lot why I chose to be a Corrections Officer....at the age of 40.
At the time I started I was looking to get away from anything I'd ever done. My life had went into a total overhaul after my partner and I split and I was lost. I think, as silly as it may sound now, that I needed to feel "tough".
Now, a little over a year later...I still do what I do but I've grown to appreciate my job. It's tough...oh hell yes it's tough....I deal with people I never imagined existed, I spend my time in grimy cells occasionally seaching for weapons made of who knows what. Sometimes the cells are nice and neat, other times I want a shower the minute I walk in.
I work with a team of amazing men and women who I know have my back just as I have theirs. I pray before I go "behind the wall" because no matter what job you have that night you never know what might happen.
Would I go back and change it? Change this odd path I chose to take? No. No I wouldn't because I know that I am doing something that is important and helps to protect my fellow citizens.
Is it scary at times? Yes.
But do I feel that it's what I should be doing? At this point in my life I again say yes.
I don't know why I chose to share this today....it was on my mind and, though it has nothing to do with weight loss or fitness goals or any of the things I started on SP for it's part of the person I am.
I end with a Prayer for Corrections Officers....those of you in the field as well, I thank you. Those who have family members who do this job, know you are appreciated a great deal...it's a tough job inside but it's just as tough being out there not knowing if your family member will be ok through their 8 or 10 or 12 shift. SO thank you.
Lord, when it's time to go inside,
That place of steel and stone.
I pray that you will keep me safe,
So I won't walk alone.
Help me to do my duty,
Please watch me on my rounds.
Amongst those perilous places
And slamming steel door sounds.
God, Keep my fellow Officers
Well and free from harm.
Let them know I'll be there too,
Whenever there's alarm.
Above all when I walk my beat,
No matter where I roam.
Let me go back whence I came,
To family and home.
By Lt. Larry Peoples
Florida Department of Corrections