While other people are busy calling us names, and girls we went to high school with judge us because "we are just cops," we go in on scenes. We take home more than a dirty, smelly uniform and boots we would not dare to walk into the house with. What we take home is our own personal memory of something we had forgotten a long time ago and filed away in a safe place. There is little we can do while on the job, if one of those memories gets triggered.
Most of the suicides I have been on have not really bothered me. A few of them stick with me and won't ever go away. There's one suicide that feels like yesterday, even though it was more than 20 years ago. It was my grandmother's. She used a .22. You can figure out the rest, because we have all taken those calls. Her death wasn't one of my calls. It was my life as a 19-year-old starting college.
Every cop I know has at least one tragedy in their past. I haven't met one yet who doesn't. I have seen enough of real life to know that it isn't just cops, it's everyone.
This brings me to the best part of that movie—the part where the lead actress realizes the real reason she does her messy job. It's the realization that what she does matters and makes the lives of the people left behind a little better. This isn't just a Hollywood concept; leading a life this way really does make the world better.
Even though it's painful to go to a scene where personal tragedy from our past is brought front and center, it's actually what makes being an officer, especially a female officer, so worthwhile.