A wedding scene from New York City
Editor’s Note: This “story” will appear in Mary Maxwell’s new book about the child-abuse Royal Commission:
I wish I hadn’t killed myself, but nobody would listen. If I were alive today, the situation would be a lot easier.
When I was a boy, I used to eavesdrop on Dad and Uncle Ted talking about being “on the job”; this would fill my belly with fire and my heart with excitement. All I ever wanted to do was to wear the badge. That day eventually came, in the winter of 1979, shortly after my 21st birthday. I finished my cadet training and at last I was in uniform, just like Dad.
For the most part I loved my job.