Risk Management Magazine

With the car’s radio blaring and us still dancing, we found our way to the highway that would take us home. About 20 minutes into our trip, however, our adrenaline started fading.

Without thinking, I found myself about to run a red light. For a moment, I thought I was back in Iraq. It took me a second to remember I wasn’t — that I was now home in the states.

When I first became a patrol deputy in 1998, my goal was to someday make a difference in someone’s life.