I can hold a crossing steady through anything now, the rush, the threats, the long quiet nights. But the part nobody trained me for is the face on the other side of the counter, the family with the wrong paperwork, the person I have to turn back knowing what they're going home to. I do my duty, and I carry their stories out with me at the end of every shift.
More people experience this than they realize.
You can secure the crossing but you're torn between duty and the human stories you turn away.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.