1.0ALSC Bloghttps://www.alsc.ala.org/blogALSC Membership Committeehttps://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/author/alsc-membership-committee/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="i6PODdW2w8"><a href="https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/2019/04/20474/">Rewards Greater Than the Risks</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/2019/04/20474/embed/#?secret=i6PODdW2w8" width="600" height="338" title="“Rewards Greater Than the Risks” — ALSC Blog" data-secret="i6PODdW2w8" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> One of the things I’ve most appreciated about my career as a Children’s Librarian is that my potential to do good has been unlimited while my potential to do harm has been virtually nil. This is not to say that I have not had a few dicey moments. In the interests of encouraging my fellow Children’s Librarians, both new and old, I’d like to give a few examples of near disasters I’ve survived without ever losing a patron, a physical facility, or my job. On my very first solo evening in my very first professional position I prepared the Children’s Room to close for the night. The tables were cleared, the shelves were tidied, and the patrons had all been helped and had taken materials to the lobby where they would be checked out. I was relieved to have gotten through the shift without incident. But…not so fast. Book bag...