An evening with the most special people I once fought crime with, Volunteer Special Constabulary (VSC) of the Singapore Police Force, mighty heroes of Singapore.
I've had the privilege of spending my years with several teams. This was the last team I spent the longest of my volunteer service with. This was also the team who taught me the most about justice and day to day living.
Every Ops was one of a kind. Before the Ops, we would always have a quiet prayer to remind ourselves that, today, may be our last time saying hello and goodbye to our families. It has become a ritual to always, make sure we have every word every action every love in the home front covered. As the only female officer in our team, it was an honor to be very specially watched out for, as much as I will also be watching everyone's back.
The best and most important part of the Ops was for us to share our reflections at every "de-brief" on our journey back to the station. There was always room for improvement, just as there will always be something new to learn. No two Ops have ever been the same.
Everyone's got to have that "me" time. Here is a reality time check: Our lifetime is limited and our days are definitely numbered. Time is a gift that once given, we cannot take back. Now, I am always Careful in how I choose to spend my time.
I used to spend my time with foolish friends, irresponsibly gossiping, shopping mindlessly, chasing TV dramas, daydreaming and desiring the impossible, drinking wastefully at Disco or pubs, craving and indulging in many more ridiculous activities until I discovered them to have all been a complete waste of my time, the time that could have been better spent helping others.
I decided to change my life and spent almost 1 year in the home team training school, to become an honorable police officer. I sacrificed my sleep and sometimes had to be called away from my family events to attend urgent cases. My family, especially my father (once SCDF volunteer) who irons my uniform, is proud of who I have chosen to become in life, to be a hero.
When I put on my blue uniform, I saw poverty. I saw helplessness. I saw hopelessness. I saw shame. I saw rage. I saw loss. I saw pain. I saw suffering. I saw hardship. Sometimes, I could give hope. Other times, I became a consequence.
I have since left the police force to commit more time to my family and young ones. I never stop thinking about the many ways I can continue to contribute to our community, that even without my uniform, I still hope, that big vision that is only a dream in my head today, can become a reality one year from now.
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. - Abraham Lincoln -