When I was still at school, I decided that I wanted to be a police officer. I couldn’t tell you why exactly, but it had something to do with the adventure of it all. That, and the fact it seemed to be a line of work that mattered. Ask most Coppers why they joined and they will tell you, simply, that they wanted to make a difference.
It was a heart thing for me.
It still is.
Because, when you strip away all the noise and the nonsense, it remains about as remarkable – and important – as a job can be.
Yesterday was my first day back in the real world after two happy weeks away with my family. And I woke to news of two more fatal stabbings in London. They happened within 40 minutes of one other – in two completely different parts of the Capital. Then I opened my emails to news of two more of my former police colleagues breaking under the strain. Now off sick and in urgent need of assistance.
And it struck me that these things are not somehow remote or distant. They are here and now, close to home. These are the stories of the lives –...
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