text: My dad's real work I have been working with IT for over a dozen years now. This is a story about over ten years in the past. When started studying IT related stuff in my teens, I wanted to be a hacker, as lots of other people want when they start. But it's not nearly as easy as most movies show it to be. But still I tried really hard for over two years of highschool and start computer science college. Even though I never really became a "hacker" I still picked up a lot of skills with the years. And where do you test some of those skills? At Home, at work and at college. My father is now a retired federal cop, but at the time I was "testing" my skills. I kind of snooped around in his laptop and "infected" his pendrives with stuff that would put a backdoor for me to snoop around his work computer. Let me tell you, in the country that I live in. The government IT security sucks. Going back to my father, he only ever talked about his accomplishments when it came to white collar crimes, some politicians that they arrested or when it came to stuff related to drug trafficking. He never mentioned any other sort of crime related stuff. So I was never really interested in my father's work, because I thought that he was pretty open about it One day I saw on the news a major case about trafficking of *** slaves to other countries and that the group that did that was arrested. And I recognized one of the federal agent that a camera picked up on the side, it was my my father's friend from work.Them I realized that my father would probably talk about that to us, but I was mistaken, he never brought up the subject during the week, I thought that maybe he wasn't part of that criminal case. But as I already had access to all his files, I decided to snoop around the cases that he had worked on. It was than that I discoved that the cases he talked about, were the vast minority of his work. He actually had tons of investigations on the most heinous acts that humans could possibly do. *** Slaves. Child ****. Serial killers. Profiles about some of the worst kind of criminals possible. Today I really appreciate the fact that photos on those kind of stuff were not digitalized and kep on the agents computers, that kind of evidence was only ever kept printed in some really secure cabinets. But what I was able to read already made me have nightmares for a few days at that time. I never imagined that my father and some of his colleagues worked in a division where they saw that kind of stuff constantly, and now knowing what they saw most of their years working. I have always seen my father as a kind, calm and cheerful person, and thought the same about his colleagues. A few years after most o them retired, 2 of his peers unalived themselves. And their families could never understand why, I think that they were probably haunted by what they saw for thirty years of their lives. As for my father, I can only say that I have only ever respected and loved him. And after discovering what he really did for a living, I can only pridefully say that he and his friends helped make this world a better place paying the price with their mental health.