You are the divider. You are that Thin Blue Line separating order and chaos.
Not everyone understands what you do for a living. In fact, some people downright hate you. But you show up anyways. You don't care about their opinions, their love or hate for you, what they look like or how they live. You have an obligation to protect them from the wolves.
It's not just a legal obligation. Hell, it's your job. Your obligation to protect runs deeper. It's a moral one. You know they need you—even if they don't know it.
Because when that wolf pounces and you aren't there, chaos ensues. You understand that. So you load up your cruiser, check your belt, and start your shift. Let them hate. You'll be there.