Child abuse and my photos

Most of you know I am a child abuse investigator. Recently our office experienced one of the worst cases we had in the past 10 years. The case was so disturbing, the unit manager met with every worker individually, offering counseling. The pictures were horrifying. I will spare you details but to hint, they included bone. Because of the rules of photographic evidence, the computer that processes and prints the photos has to be in a separate room, not connected to internet and void of photo enhancing software. Because this case was so high profile, the clerical staff processing the photos had to run multiple copies of these photos; alone in a small, bare room, seeing the images across the computer screen – over and over again. She ended up with more vicarious trauma then the social worker who took the photos.
I had an idea.
I wanted to balance out the visual stark reality of man’s inhumanity to man (or children). I brought my I-PAD to work and let her look at my photos. I figured she would take maybe 5 or 10 minutes. After 20 minutes the tears flowed. She sat there and slowly “turned” the pages for 30 minutes. With the visual back-lit brilliance that the I-PAD provides, she turned the photos of flowers, sunsets, and the Pacific Ocean. It was not until, after viewing the beauty, she was able to come to terms with the ugliness she had seen in the past week. I felt blessed that my photos were a blessing to this social justice servant.
I was reminded of the scripture in Philippians 4:8
“… whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

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