Towards the end of 2013 I was asked if I would consider transferring to a different location to help get the department I oversee put back in order at that particular location. I was given a few days to think it over and decided I would accept the challenge. Some of my colleagues at the location I would soon be leaving thought I was crazy to transfer to a location known for a higher crime rate and violence. A few others thought I was being pushed out, however, I wasn't. The choice was mine to make and I was told I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. I have found in the business world there are those times when change can be good and it is even easier when you don't have to ask, but are asked kindly.
The area that I transferred to isn't that far away from where I grew up. I am very familiar with it and yes, while it is considered a high crime area, just about everywhere in the city I live in is riddled with crime and increasing violent crime and murder. One of the interesting things has been the fastest route to work takes me right through the old neighborhood where I grew up. Lots of memories as I drive past many of the houses I delivered newspapers to. More memories when I drive past the elementary school I attended from Kindergarten through 8th grade except for 1st grade when I attended a school located in the area where I now work.
It is interesting driving by Christ The King Catholic Church seeing the house next door where the priests live. Looking at the front door as I drive by and remembering the two times I tried to ring the doorbell to ask for help with the trouble I found myself in with Mr. P. and his friend Paul. So many memories and images as clear today as they were 43 years ago. You learn to live with the memories, forgive those who harmed you and make sure you don't inflict the same pain and trauma on others.