In 1999 had been in law enforcement for just over ten years. I blew my knees out while chasing a man thru a patch of woods. I caught him but it was the last bust I made as a police officer. Being a police officer was my life’s dream and I loved my job. I dealt with the loss of a career I loved with the help of an old partner who retired shortly after I did, and with the love and support of my family and the way they dealt with my moodiness. I found things that I liked to do and did them I fished, camped and hunted a lot. Then I found another job (gotta pay the bills) and found I enjoyed it too. In a lot of ways it was like loosing a loved one and like that loss it fades over time, but you never forget it or loose the want to go play again.