My name is Victor Phillips and my purpose here is to simply share a scary story for my

time as a security.

I have far more than the one story to tell, but today I figured I would start with this

particular one because of how it affected me the way in which I would approach my job

for the next 15 years.

I did actually begin my career in the Chicago Police Department fresh out of the academy,

but the stress of policing some of the more violent areas of the city drove me to leave

after only seven years of service.

At first I considered moving to work in some little out of the way place, but I eventually

realized it was the feeling of always having to carry a gun that was what had caused me

to leave, or so I thought.

Therefore I decided to move over to the area of security where I was not required to

carry a firearm, and almost immediately the weight that I had been carrying on my shoulders

for all those years seemed to disappear.

I'm fully aware most of my fellows and law enforcement would see my career choice as

a major step down, but for me and I felt the responsibility of possibly having to take

someone's life, weighing on me daily.

Now I could still work in a position where I would be able to protect people without having

to be armed while doing it, and it seemed to win-win for me.

Because of my prior experience I was quickly put in charge of the night shift, guarding

a high-rise office building.

The building was located in a quiet and once-safe neighborhood in my hometown.

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