I remember this was the theme song for the Atlanta Falcons during the early 1990’s.
I remember this was the theme song for the Atlanta Falcons during the early 1990’s.
Well, it won’t be a rematch of last year’s “Big Game”! However, the New England Patriots are one of the final four for this year’s “Golden Game”! So today’s Throwback Thursday is dedicated to last year’s “Big Game”!
Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals. Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included. Some content may include violence and sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised.
A very weird silence has fallen in the master bedroom, where Vincent and his mistress, lay in the bed hiding under the covers up to their necks. Dawn slowly enters the room, staring at both of them as she walks directly into the master bathroom and slams the door behind her. The mistress woman sees her opportunity and uncovers herself, getting half-dressed and darting out of the room, eventually out the house to never be seen for a long while. Vincent didn’t even attempt to stop the mistress woman, as he knows the gig is up and waits for her to be completely gone. No sound can be heard from the master bathroom while Vincent is staring at the closed door from the bed. He starts to slowly move out of the bed, as if she doesn’t know he’s there, and begins to pull up his boxer briefs to cover himself when the bathroom door swings open. Frozen in time, he stands there with only his boxer briefs staring at Dawn, while she stares back and her eyes squinting as if she was trying to read his mind.
DAWN: The bitch gone?! You fucking a whore in my house! In my sheets! Where our kids live?!
VINCENT: She’s not a fucking whore, alright!
DAWN: Oh! You defending her honor?! What the hell you defending her for?! My goodness! I understand our marriage might not be the strongest, and possibly on our way out the tunnel, but this is just bullshit!! You couldn’t meet her somewhere else! I have to catch you in mid-stroke fucking her like you haven’t….
VINCENT: Look! I’m sorry you have to find out this way, but she and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now. My wife can’t take care of her husband, so someone else is handling that.
DAWN: What?! Furious with that statement, she slowly approaches him. You have the fucking nerve to tell me that I am not taking care of my duties as a wife, when you can’t even be a husband and a father to our kids. You know one thing, you just made it very easy for me to decide what to do with this new job opportunity. With me gone you can fuck as many whores as you want, I won’t be around and neither will the kids.
VINCENT: The kids are staying with me.
DAWN: No, they’re not! They’re coming with me..
VINCENT: Bullshit! You’re not a fit mother or wife!
DAWN: FUCK! YOU!! She kicks him in the family jewels, probably even harder than she did to the assailant who attacked her before. Watching him fall to the floor brings her such joy and amusement, and even brings a smile to her face.
Later that night, Shelly Summers, an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, South Central Pennsylvania Hospital, gets home after working a double shift since 0800 this morning. The only thing that she has to come home too is her German Sheppard, Drake, who she rescued from the local shelter six months prior. She was raised with dogs growing up, and has always had one with her no matter where she goes or move too. Shelly has had more dogs, and other house pets in and out of her life, than those of the opposite species, who have had disturbing run-ins with her personal life, beyond their understanding and comfort level. Growing up in the life that Shelly knows and has participated in, does scare and shy people away from her, and not allowing themselves to get to close. As time went on, and she got older and more in-depth of the Wicca faith, she kept that very close to her heart throughout high school and college. It was shortly after graduating college, where being in college encouraged this behavior, that she started to become more open of her faith and interests into folk art and celebrate seasonal changes with other people within the same faith, and those that show interest.
Although there is no standard organization or structure to follow within the Wicca faith, such as being a catholic or Christian who follow the Holy Bible, each Wiccan, especially within the United States, are basically free to practice the way they see fit, who are called Eclectic Wicca’s. Being an eclectic Wicca, free range witch, suited the best fit for Shelly, as she didn’t always have to form her practices or justify her beliefs to a higher power, sort-a-speak. It has been many years since Shelly has been practicing this belief, but since her adult years, post high school, is when it really took off. Many, many times she has been trying to perfect her practices, be consistent, stay faithful, and perfect her magical spells and antidotes. It would be in your career years, as a nurse, where she would finally begin to see the fruits of her hard work paying off, and always put to the test. Little did she know that another test was yet coming, and that this time it would be a very dear friend of hers that she loves and cares for deeply.
On this particular night, Shelly would receive a call from her dear friend, Dawn, who seems very distraught and upset on the phone. At first Dawn was talking so fast that Shelly couldn’t keep up, but once she was able to slow her down, all her inner emotions just came rolling out at once and filled Shelly’s ear with pain, hurt and anger and frustration. Dawn must’ve continued her sobbing story, from the beginning of when her marriage began to fail up until finding him in the bed with a whore, for at least thirty minutes or so. Shelly was only able to squeeze in a few words of encouragement and uplifting messages, but it was just enough to stage off Dawn’s vengeful mindset, at least for the time being. One of the things Shelly struggled with as being so engulfed into her faith, was being very sensitive to other people’s energy, especially when it was reeling with negativity and darkness. She always felt a strange and weird connection between Vincent and Dawn, and never really cared about those two getting married, but she wanted to support her friend anyway for happiness. Now, with years past the wedding bells upon them, the negative energy is ever stronger, and the heavy burdened heart of Dawn has been showing itself in Shelly’s dreams for the past few months.
Several minutes after the phone call with Dawn, Shelly gathers her thoughts and decide to do something about her friend’s grief that burdens her as well. Unknown to all visitors to her house, Shelly proceeds downstairs to her basement after turning on the ceiling light, which isn’t very bright. Walking down the steps, with the sound of her feet striking the wooden steps echoing, she reaches the bottom and enters through a black laced curtain. The hanging black laced curtain separates two parts of the basement, and the part you enter once you cross through the laced curtains, is the Wicca’s Layer. Shelly has been part of the local chapter, Harrisburg Chapter of the Covens, but only attends when she feels the necessity too, and led to do so in her heart. Once she entered the layer of her faith, and was standing before the Pentagram of the Five Elements Wheel, she began to light candles that surround the foundation of the circular structure and knelt once completed. A Wiccan prayer, that was suggested by another wiccan who practices similar to her, was said and repeated at least three times with her eyes close, sitting back on her heels and hands flat on her thighs.
After a few seconds, once the prayer was repeated a third time, Shelly opens her eyes, exposing her Pentagram of the Five Elements necklace from underneath her shirt and spinning the wheel gently. As the wheel spins in front of her, and her eyes focused on the center of the wheel spinning, she rubs and plays with the necklace until the wheel stops. Breaking her focus from the center of the wheel, Shelly looks down at where the needle stopped the wheel at, and saw that the element of fire was picked. Immediately, she stands up to her feet, side stepping to her right and moving forward through another black laced curtain where her magic circle was drawn being nine to ten feet in diameter. In the middle of the magic circle is a drawn depiction of the Pentagram of the Five Elements with one candle for each element bordering the circle. As soon as Shelly sat down in the middle of the circle, the red candle lit up, which was directly in front of her. She crossed her feet underneath herself, placed her hands on her knees, straightening up her spine and closing her eyes, which she called the Element Pose. It was at this point she began to pray and wish punishment against Vincent, and his antics, against Dawn, which she was fully aware that could backfire upon her if she was not careful.
Shelly spent at least four hours in the magic circle, and did not exit the circle until her magical deed had come to pass. The very magical deed she was hoping for would punish Vincent beyond what any other human, especially Dawn herself, could seek. Vincent woke up in the middle of the night, in the bed all alone and not aware of where Dawn is, and went into the master bathroom to use the toilet. As he stood there urinating into the toilet, a severe burning sensation began to form very quickly, and the feeling of fire spreading throughout his groin region, encompassing his ass. Obviously, this woke him up from his half-sleep state, and prompted a blood curling scream out of him as he continued to urinate into the toilet, which is now steaming upward as like hot springs rolling through the wet rock-bed. Just as his crisis thought it was ending, he felt massive pains in his stomach and abdomen that put him on the ground, in the fetal position making his skin and face blush red, eyes watering and barely open and shaking uncontrollably. The pain was so great inside his body that he couldn’t scream out, although he fought very hard to do so. Just before he was getting ready to pass out from the massive pain cultures in his mid-section, it all suddenly stopped and he just laid out on his back, flat looking up at the ceiling, breathing heavy from the ordeal.
An emergency service call was broadcasted over the radio to ems and available police officers in the area of Vincent’s home. Roxie Blue, a Boston native and Allegheny County deputy, hears the call comes out and decides to respond, even though it is within the city limits of Pittsburgh. Both agencies often help each other, and have a mutual aid agreement when certain incidents are being responded too. Being only a few blocks away from the house, Roxie responded and pulled up to the front of the house and didn’t hear or see anything that may look unusual. As she approaches the front door, using her flashlight checking the property while she walks up, she hears the sirens of the ambulances arriving a block away. Approaching the front door, she knocks on it and see that it just slowly swings open with no wind to blame for the sudden open. Thinking that someone is hiding behind the door, and with her weapon now out of its holster, she jumps through the doorway swinging the door close to see who it is, but it’s no one. Some of the lights in the house are on, and some appear in the dim position as she looks around to see what is going on. At the same time the ambulance, and other emergency vehicles pull up in front of the house, Roxie hears someone moaning upstairs, which to her sounded like someone might be a victim.
Not waiting for back-up, and scared shitless of what she might find, she starts breathing very hard with the palms of her hands beginning to sweat. The moaning gets louder and louder as she starts to climb the steps, with her service weapon pointed in front of her at all the blind corners. Once at the top of the steps, she noticed that one of the bedroom doors is closed, while all the others are open. Nervous as hell, possibly shaking on the inside, Roxie clears every room from the hallway not wasting any time. At the master bedroom door, where the moaning sounded like it was just on the other side, a smell of something burnt or burning was penetrating her nasal passages, nearly offending her sensibility. As other officers can be heard entering through the front door on the floor below, Roxie counts to three, under her breath, and rushes through the door with her service weapon pointed once again out front. Scanning the room she doesn’t see Vincent on the floor until she lowers her arms, which were blocking her downward vision, but the sight that she saw of Vincent would be disturbing and horrific.
END OF CHAPTER II
FEBRUARY 14, 2015 – CHAPTER III
Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals. Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included. Some content may include violence and sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised.
It’s another late night at the office, Hardwood & Griffin Law Offices, and Dawn Perry, a paralegal, is stuck researching and typing up a deposition from an earlier case, that settled the day before. With the strict way her boss runs the office, and seldom approving overtime, Dawn knows that she needs to finish this deposition before the upcoming weekend, but for now she spends her Friday night with the computers. She looks down at her cell phone, located on the desk next to her, and sees an icon indicating that she has new voicemail. This kind of discovery surprises her since her phone has been with her all day long, and never vibrated or rang as if someone was calling or leaving her a voice message. Once she stopped typing halfway through her deposition, Dawn picked up her phone and entered her personal code to listen in on the mysterious voicemail. As she is waiting for the message to be replayed in her ear, her mind continues to race and rack through her mental contacts to discover who called her. Before she knew it, the voice message played in her ear and soon answered the mysterious notation.
“Hello. Good evening, Mrs. Perry. This is William Georgia, the attorney at law, in Birmingham, Vermont. We were looking on the internet on resumelaw.com, and came across your qualifications, which met our requirements for becoming a court paralegal. If you would give us a call back at your earliest convenience, if you are interested, and we can discuss the opportunities that awaits your hire. I hope you enjoy your weekend, if I don’t hear back from you today. Bye.”
After hearing this message, which apparently came earlier during the day, shocked Dawn as she doesn’t remember applying for any new position; especially in Vermont. This gave her great pause and made her wonder if her name and contact information was being used for someone’s fraudulent gain, or was this an opportunity that she so much waited for that she can’t believe it’s real. Looking at her phone again and see that it is about ten minutes to ten at night, and regardless of how her boss may feel about it, she is calling it a night. Dawn makes her way through the office turning off all the lights, locking the main entrance glass doors and taking the elevator down to the parking garage. She exits the elevator on the second level, and sees that not many cars are still there as she can see her car all the way at the end of the level, in the very corner. Releasing a sigh, thinking to herself about that long walk across a practically empty garage, before she starts moving towards her parked car. Her heels are echoing through the garage with every step, and her eyes staring directly at her car thinking about her kids, dinner and what she will come home too.
Dawn was about ten feet from her car when she heard someone coming up behind her, as if they were running. Once she was able to stop and turn her head around to see who it was, she felt a hard strike across the left side of her face. This strike to her face caused her to fall forward, dropping her purse, car keys and other legal documents that fluttered under her car. Her assailant then grabbed her the hair, thinking they had the advantage, and began pulling her up to her feet. Both of her hands reached for the massive grip of her hair, giving her the painful feel of the roots being pulled out before being slammed up against her car face first. When the unknown assailant turned her around, by aggressively yanking on her shoulder, Dawn fiercely reached out and gave a hard palm strike to the suspect’s face, surprising him. Wasting no time for him to recover, Dawn kicks the assailant between the legs as hard as she could with anger and frustration in the strike, causing the suspect to drop to his knees harshly. The moaning and groaning of the assailant, with both of his hands holding himself, gave Dawn the power and adrenaline to continue her counter-attack.
Quickly she began to calm herself down, slowing down her breathing, while she notices that the suspect isn’t getting up. All she can see is the assailant still on his knees, sitting back on his heels and bent over at the waist, like seeing him in a sitting fetal position. Dawn released her fight posture and slowly walked towards him, straightening up her hair and fixing her clothes. She stops within inches of him, staring down at the back of his head, and then squats down in front of him using her hand to lift up his head. Dawn looks him straight in the eyes and whispers, “The weakness of man must be exposed and reformed, while the strength of the opposite sex rises.” She then use both of her hands, pushing him down to the ground before gathering up her personal belongings and paperwork. The thought of calling the police for what just happened ran through her mind, but her want and need to get home to her family was more important. Besides, she figured that the whimpered male learned his lesson, not caring about his current condition and left feeling exonerated.
Several minutes later, she arrived at home by pulling into her driveway next to her husband’s car. Dawn sat in her car for a few extra minutes, after turning the car off, and just pondered on what just happened and the voicemail message she received earlier. Once her thoughts were gathered and she stepped out of her car, she then noticed that all the lights in the house were turned off, not even the motion light in the front turned on while she approached. This obviously alarmed her senses, especially after just taking down a man who seemed twice her petite size. Her house key turned the lock and she then opened the door. Although no lights in the front of the house are on, she could see that the lights upstairs are on. The adrenaline started to wear off and made her body feel tired and nearly weak, but enough energy and strength to climb her many steps to the second floor. Dawn reached the second floor landing, took off her heels, and started walking around in her pantyhose feet on the new plush carpet installed few days ago.
Passing two of the children’s bedroom, she could hear her husband in the hallway bathroom talking to someone. She leans closer to the bathroom door and realized that he was on the phone with someone well after ten o’clock in the evening. The first impulse was to knock on the door, question her husband about who he was talking too and explain to him what happened. However, she began to rethink that notion since the marriage between her and Vincent, the husband, was on the way downhill ever since the cheating scandal at his job. Although no evidence was directly pointed at him for being the one involved in the cheating of students and faculty, his name came up numerous times being one of the coordinators and possibly having an affair. Dawn stood in the hallway staring at the door allowing her anger to build back up, but was quickly squashed when her son, Richard Wood, came out and called out to her. Richard’s announcement to his mother made Vincent pause in his conversation and end the phone call immediately. Just as she goes to pick up her son into her arms, the hallway bathroom door opens. Vincent steps out and sees the back of Dawn walking their son back to his room, at the end of the hall.
Hearing the bathroom down open, Dawn stops and turns around to face him. Her first words were to advised him that she was taking her son back to bed, and will be in their bed soon enough. Minutes later, after putting her son to bed, she walks into the master bedroom, where her husband is sitting up reading a novel. Dawn sits on the edge of the bed, removes her clothes and takes off her pantyhose leaving them on the floor next to her side of the bed. It wasn’t unusual to not tell each other goodnight and give each other kisses on the lips or cheek before settling in under the sheets. This was so normal that Vincent didn’t even break his concentration that was so deep into his novel. In the following morning, Dawn woke up with this massive headache and awesome soreness on her left upper cheek. She entered her master bathroom to check the mirror, and noticed a red, blue and black bruise in the same spot where she got hit. Obviously, this alarmed her because, not only would she be faced with questions from her husband, but her kids might get scared and think mom was part of a beating. Dawn knew that her kids knew that things between her and dad were not great, but never wanted them to feel not loved.
Nervous about the questions that would come at her, she entered the kitchen where Vincent was and first mentioned that she is fine. Vincent turned around from the sink to see what she was talking about, and took a deep breath in when he saw her left face injury. Of course, she stopped doing what he was doing and approached her to find out what happened. Reluctantly, she explained the situation to her husband finishing with her not calling the police. She didn’t expect his reaction to be so concerning that he would gather an ice pack and low-level pain medication for her. While she sits at the kitchen table holding the ice pack on her face, the house phone rings next to her. In pure instincts, Dawn picks up the phone and answers to whoever is on the other line. The morning conversation on the phone was quickly turned to sorrow when she heard that her grandfather, Wilbur Simms, on her mother side, had passed away the previous night. Even though she wasn’t that close to him, Dawn knew of her grandfather well enough that it did strike sadness in her heart. Unfortunate news didn’t get any better when she heard that her grandmother, Annette Simms, is having a hard time dealing with his death.
Vincent came back into the kitchen to check up on Dawn when he noticed tears running from her eyes. His first thought was that maybe the pain is so great that it causes her to shed tears, but she squandered that theory when she told him about the news she just received. The only sympathy he showed to her was placing his hand on top of her free hand on the kitchen table. Although this would be an awkward time to let him know, Dawn wanted to change the subject to something more positive.
DAWN: On the positive note of today, I am being offered a position, a court paralegal position in Birmingham, Vermont.
VINCENT: What? You want to think about that right now? We can discuss that later.
DAWN: I don’t want to discuss it later. I want to discuss it now. I need to give my answer and interest Monday morning.
VINCENT: When did this opportunity come about?
DAWN: The call came in yesterday. Voicemail message left that they saw my resume online. I know the law firm and they pay pretty well and can give the kids a better life.
VINCENT: A better life? So you just want to pick everything up and move further north, without thinking about our life down here?
DAWN: Our life? What life do we have here? Except for our kids having friends and other family members here nearby, our life, together, has been non-existent for months now.
VINCENT: So you think moving away from Pittsburgh will give everyone a better life? We don’t know anyone up there? Would the kids adjust to the move? Make new friends?
DAWN: Vincent. I haven’t even spoke to the court staff yet, and I don’t even know if I will even take it, for those reasons. At the same time we need to think better of our situation and what would be best.
VINCENT: This is something that I don’t think you should be considering right now. You need to think about the kids here.
DAWN: Right now? Think about the kids? Stands up removing the ice pack from her face. You selfish bastard! This has nothing to do with the kids. For some reason this is about you and your wants and needs. Isn’t it?
VINCENT: Dawn? Listen to me…
DAWN: I don’t want to hear it Vincent. I’m going back to the bedroom. No thanks for breakfast. I’ll manage myself.
Later that same day, Dawn had gone out to do some grocery shopping at a nearby grocery store. On her way home, she started to feel the migraine coming again and remembered that she didn’t take her anxiety medication earlier after her small confrontation with Vincent. She arrives home and brings in all the bags herself and start wondering where everyone is, since the lights downstairs were left on. Dawn puts the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and stays quite to see if she could hear anyone moving or walking around. Hearing no one walking around, she gets curious and begins to walk upstairs to look for her kids in their rooms, which were empty. However, she noticed that her bedroom door was closed and could see the bedroom light shining through the bottom of the door. Walking up to the door, she turns the knob and walks in on her husband in mid-stroke on top of another woman in her bed. This obviously shocks and enrages her to the very soul she has inside her. Dawn stands there at the bedroom, staring at both her husband and the naked mysterious woman, figuring out the proper reaction to the situation she is facing.
End of Chapter I
JANUARY 18, 2016 – CHAPTER II
Real life experiences from Maryland
Every single one of us has a beginning to our story, and unfortunately, our ending will come as well, but how it ends is totally up to you. Just like a baby that comes into this world and grows up to be a fully functional adult, unless other medical or mental issues take hold of that person and directs otherwise. The start of my law enforcement career was a challenging one, but nothing that I wasn’t prepared to handle, at least mentally, and the physical part came dragging right behind me. In high school I played sports, and the first three years was either soccer or baseball. However, in my senior year in high school I played varsity baseball, varsity soccer and football all close together. At one point I found myself running from one soccer match, which we lost horribly, and traveling back across town to get prepared for our Friday night football game. Although I was only just a place kicker for the team, I still had to get warmed up and be prepared to go in whenever I was needed, but I never saw the field that night.
It was always placed on me when I was growing up, by my mother, that I would either be in the military or a criminal. That sounds kind of weird for some, and may be even kind of a set-up for the worse in me, but the way I snuck around the house scaring people made her speak that statement. For the longest time I had the goal of wanting to be a state trooper, wearing that Stetson with the brown and tan colors of the Maryland State Police, and driving those oddly designed patrol cars, but later on that was changed. However, my dream of becoming a police officer was definitely solidified when I was robbed at gun point, which later turned out to be a bb gun, for my 15 speed bike that I had practically begged my best friend to have. Thank God we had a police officer living in the neighborhood, and thanked the two young boys that witnessed it and biked home to tell the county officer. Once my statement was made, and I identified the suspect vehicle and one of the two suspects, the case was practically solved within 24 to 48 hours after it had happened. All this took place in the hot, humid and sticky summer of 1997, which later that year I joined the Prince George’s County Law Enforcement Explorers Post 222; located in Bowie, Maryland.
I first joined the police explorer program on the advice of the detective who took over my armed robbery case, and I want to personally thank her for that direction and mark her as one of the people in my life to put me where I am today. Thankfully, the suspect plead guilty for the charges he was faced with and kept me from having to testify on the stand for the state. As I got into further dealings with the police explorer program, I was made the rank of captain, which put a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders, but I was up for the challenge. This is where I had to learn how to deal with the public and get my first insight on how police work and operate. I did plenty of charity and public showings, and especially dressed up as McGruff numerous times with the fan not working sometimes during those brutal summer months. I did a few television interviews with local channel stations, which I never saw myself, and got to meet a lot of officers throughout the county. Perhaps the most important part of the journey there was when our post won the volleyball gold medal in the Explorer Olympics, against the United States Park Police program. Also, later during that weekend I ran the 400 meter race and came in first place, although my run time would be considered a disastrous and an embarrassment to the professional standards.
My reign as captain, leader of the group, ended when I was scheduled to go to military boot camp in the fall of 1998. The previous year, the same year when I was robbed at gun point, my father, who is a navy veteran, did his best to block me from joining the military, or I should say the Army. No matter what my motive was and no matter what my reasons were, it wasn’t good enough, however, pushing me towards the United States Coast Guard was the goal for THEM! This was one of the few times I’m glad I remained strong headed and stubborned, and the backing of my mother was surely a helping hand. I think the straw that broke the camels back is when my father actually brought me paperwork to join the U.S. Coast Guard, which I voiced against, to me in the basement one night. His side of the family wanted me to go one way and my mother side wanted me to go the way I wanted to go, but this night it all came to a massive head. Several minutes later, my mother came downstairs and saw me in tears due to frustration and anger that my father wasn’t listening to me, and kept trying to push me in a direction he wanted.
That night my mother laid into my father about trying to push me towards a direction that I didn’t want to go. The only voice you could hear for a while was my mother’s voice, and how she backed me in my journey of wanting to join the Army. To give you a better sense of how my father made a negative impression with this blockade, the recruiter called me a year later and asked me again if I wanted to join the National Guard still. Of course, I was at the age of 18 and my father couldn’t block me anymore from joining the branch I so desired to join. I even told him with a smile on my face when he came home, and didn’t give a shit whether he liked it or not. My mother, and I, saw it as an opportunity to begin a journey of my own path and start my career with a stepping stone. I finally signed my name on the dotted line and became a Military Policeman with the 290th Military Police Company. One of the saddest moments, however, was when I finally left the house heading for basic training in Ft. McClellan, Alabama. A sergeant came to the house to pick me up, and I had explained to my mother and younger sister, who years later joined the Marines, that once out the door I will not be looking back. I kept that promise and never saw my home again until four months later when I returned home nearly thirty pounds lighter.
Those four months at Ft. McClellan were brutal when I suffered through the last four weeks of winter and my last weeks of summer there. It was a damn issue when the temperatures reached the mid 90’s with humidity already near 100%! I made it through, but I ended up with suffering a heat injury halfway through Military Police School, which once in a while still sits with me today. The day of graduation, in June 1999, the family came down, even the ones that decided against me joining the Army or the military altogether, and acted like they were happy for me. I knew better, but I allowed them to have their shine with others since it was going to be a very long ride from Huntsville, Alabama back to the D.C. area. Time back home to enjoy the civilian amenities were short-lived when my first orders were to join my new unit for Annual Training in Panama for two weeks. I thought the hot weather in Alabama was rough, but the temperatures in Panama made the experience in Alabama like winter lasted an extra four months. Pressing your uniform was basically a moot point since the humidity, by noon, would make your uniform look like you slept in it the night before. Of course, the arrogant and stupidity of some officers were expressed when they got mad about our uniforms looking like shit, when they fully knew that the humidity killed it every time. However, when you are in the officer all the time, your uniform would look crisp and clean, and not full of sweat and road dust from cars entering and leaving the base. We did have a view of the Panama Canal if you was working one of the main entry points facing the waterways, which were a few miles away.
I was mistaken as Panamanian, Dominican, Mexican and even Columbian by the natives, and other fellow soldiers. That would explain why most of the natives would speak to me in their native tongue, and of course, I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Then also, when our unit went to Manheim, Germany in 2001, I believed I was mistaken to be Turkish, which if true, save my friend’s life because many Turks in the country hated American blood, it was no mistaken him to be American. My very first taste of being a military policeman, full-time, would come just a few years later after my graduation of basic training, and would eventually catapult me into my career today. The start of my civilian police career would also face challenges as our country was engaged in a war that many Americans, including military service members, figured we didn’t need to be part of, except invading the country of Afghanistan. So I have been engaged in the law enforcement field for over 17 years, and have seen and been through a lot, as many other veterans and police veterans have faced a lot. Although, I was able to postpone my basic training schedule from September 1998 to February 1999, so I could finish business school, I still ended up graduating from Fleet Business School in August 1999, after making up several days missed. My unit was filled with several soldiers as full-time police officers, and ones that were inspired to become police officers, and nearly everyone tried to recruit me for their agency. Knowing myself, I wanted to go somewhere on my own path and not follow others down an already grooved road. When 9/11 happened, I was in the middle of the hiring process with a few agencies, and of course, I had to exit those processes to go serve my country. Once that tour ended, Operation Noble Eagle, I reinserted myself back into the hiring process of a couple of agencies again and got hired by one finally, the University of Maryland Police Department (College Park campus).
The career that I’ve been wanting for the longest time is now starting to pick up steam, and the events that followed after my hire is what leads me being the person I am today. God only knew that the beginning of my career, and life, at this point would take a wild ride, that none of us were prepared for.
ENJOY THE SONG OF THE DAY!
LUCK OF THE TRUCK
Today’s events, which definitely could’ve turned out really bad, gave me thoughts to when my wife and I owned a Ford Explorer during our time living in Maryland. If you are not up to date of which event I am referring to, I am speaking of my truck’s driver side tire coming completely off, and rolling across three lanes. It was bad enough that this happened while I was driving, but it occurred while I was on the highway driving between 55-60mph!! I tell you, something like your wheel coming completely off on the interstate will scare you shitless; regardless of who you are! I am just thankful that my tire, as it sped rolled across the traveling lanes, didn’t strike the other vehicles coming from behind me and causing the situation to turn much worse. However, being thankful that I didn’t lose control of the truck as I was coasting towards the right shoulder. Out of the entire situation, as scary and nerve wrecking as it was, I know exactly who is responsible! Update on that will come in time.
Back to what I was referring to earlier of what this situation reminded me of is when my wife and I owned a 2002 Ford Explorer while we lived in a decent area called Frederick, Maryland. Living in Frederick was the best area we lived in, but the huge drawback was when we had to travel to work, which would at times take my wife nearly two hours to D.C. For me, it would take about 45-60 minutes to get to work, depending how fast you drive, and on how the traffic flowed. With ‘Rush Hour’ traffic, it was a freakin’ nightmare as it could be bumper to bumper the whole time and take me nearly two hours at times. Our money went much further living there, but a good chunk of our earnings went to keeping our vehicles gassed up. We lived there for about three years, and besides the Ford Explorer, we also owned a Grand Prix GTP!! I loved this thing and it was by far one of the most fun cars I’ve ever owned. It was a great car until I started having a lot of electrical issues, which then made the car a hazard when the headlights would just go off by themselves; at night!
Our Explorer didn’t stay with us without her having quirks as well. For example, my wife drove the Explorer more than I did and it was unofficially her vehicle, but drove her nerves crazy at times. At any given time, without warning, the Explorer wouldn’t start. Yep! It would get my wife to work in the morning just fine, but in the evenings it seemed like the Explorer didn’t want to cooperate. It is not a good feeling when your wife calls you to let you know that she is in the parking lot of her job by herself and the truck won’t start at all! At this particular time and incident, she worked in Howard County, which is east of Frederick and only took her thirty to forty minutes to and from work. Unfortunately, at times I wasn’t in the position to help her right away, but with persistence and prayers she would get the truck started. After going through this start, not start issue, we were finally able to get an answer that the ‘Neutral Safety Switch’ was the main issue. Great! But now we need to find time to have this repaired or replaced, but until then we had to use prayer each and every time we needed to use it. The good news to this unreliable transportation monster was that if it didn’t start while in ‘Park’, then we had to shift into Neutral and then start.
Oh, but that is not all with the ‘Black Monster’! The incident that I really want to share with you is when we went to the car wash. Just like any other vehicle we own, we took them to the car wash regularly, especially in the winter. On this particular day, not sure the time, my wife was driving her truck to the car wash and I sat in the passenger seat, which is very strange for me. As we are entering the car wash machine, we just relaxed and started up a conversation to pass the time. Well, our conversation was completely interrupted as we heard a sudden “ding” and saw the dome light on. Now, all of this happened within a matter of a few seconds, but I’m slowing it down for you. As we are trying to make sense of why the dome light is on, suddenly water begins to spray inside the truck! My wife’s door came flying open just enough for water to begin soaking inside the truck with us in it!! Although I didn’t get much of it because my wife was in the way, my wife screamed as she struggled to close the door.
Within an instant I knew I couldn’t help her and that she had to battle the spraying water and open door by herself. The whole situation felt like it lasted for several minutes before she was able to close the door and save herself from being completely soaked. Almost immediately, we started to laugh about it as it became a running joke for us. Still this day we speak about the incident and laugh it off! Just prior to us moving back closer to D.C., we discovered one morning that our truck was gone! Of course, we thought it was stolen, but I decided to call the dealership just in case. It was confirmed that the dealership had taken the vehicle’s back, but it became a huge fight, verbally, to retrieve them back, but dealing with fucked up accounting numbers, and disagreements we basically gave up!! After that we started looking around for other modes of transportation, but ended up having to use rental vehicles to get around. That got expensive really quick!!
I’m pretty sure my wife will have her own response to this story as she can definitely relate, and can tell you more about the ‘Black Monster’ than I can. She was with us as long as she was meant to be, but quickly our time ended. Currently, we both have trucks and love them dearly! I can only hope that my truck, NINA, is okay and can be worked on to fix the problem caused by Mieneke. I suppose we will find out and know soon enough of what damages have been done, if any. Only time will tell!!
The very first Throwback Thursday post of the new year! Enjoy the song of the day!
THE END OF YEAR LEAK
Original Date Written: December 31, 2015
At least my wife and I can say or would like to claim is that majority of the issues in 2015 don’t come across the threshold into the new year of 2016! Even though we are not big New Year’s Resolution doers, our main focus is to have the following year much better than the previous one. That way we don’t have that dreaded failure feeling of unable to complete something within the first week of the New Year. In 2016, we claim to have much more victories and triumphs and be of more useful to the community we both serve; in our work and personal lives.
However, one issue we have had with our new apartment, probably since October, is this leak that has announced itself to our downstairs neighbors by coming through their bathroom ceiling. No one knows how long this leak has been going for, but one thing we both agreed on is that it needs to be fixed ASAP! Any time you have your ceiling buckling, causing a portion of the drywall to bulge downward, water has basically taken root and is ready to reek havoc. Now, it has been some years since I’ve done anything that involves plumbing on a consistent basis. For four years through high school, first two years during the summer and last two years all year round, I had the privilege in learning a lot and was able to maintain a certain skill set. I know first had plumbing issues can be expensive and much worse than what it looks like, however, the right professional for the job makes all the difference. I don’t have a plumbers license or even bonded, but anything that is simple and doesn’t require much wall knocking and equipment totting, I’m your man!
Back to what I was originally speaking of, at this current time of me writing this post, I have a plumber team working in our bathroom. One of the things in the public service industry that can help or ruin your reputation is sticking to your service times. Much harder to follow in the certain professions, such as law enforcement and medical, but when you are to be in people’s homes to rectify a situation that has gotten unchecked for several weeks or even months, being on time is very important. I can definitely understand that things come up and you may not be able to stick to your scheduled time, but that is why we have this invention called a CELL PHONE! You dial numbers and when you do this people on the other end of your call will either answer or give you the option of leaving a voicemail! When people put their lives on hold, sacrifice sleep and allow you to invade my introvert bubble, calling or texting is something that could be of good use. Well, this problem of getting the bathroom fix took WELL over three weeks to complete, more so of about five weeks to finally have it done.
The first time we told the landlord, we had one guy come over a few days to a week later to come in a check up on our bathroom, to see where the leak could be coming from. For about maybe five to ten minutes, the guy was here and said something about the water is leaking through your tiles, and then just left. Nothing was said about I’ll be back tomorrow, next week, next month or I’ll someone come by and dig further into the issue. Two weeks later, another plumber calls me and wanted to know when I will be available for him to come by and take a look at the bathtub. I gave him a date and time to come over to have our bathroom looked at. So, the day came and he wasn’t too late after the set appointment, but nonetheless he was here. The plumber and his helper, who is here today, came in started to describe to me what could be happening in our bathtub and how they plan to rectify the situation. I was like, ‘okay’, and thought to myself this could be a two to three day job easy.
Well, the next thing I know is that they bring in trash bag materials to cover up our window in the shower and to outline the lower portion of the tiles, just above the bathtub. Of course, they told us that the trash bags will only be temporary and they will come back to replace the valve in the shower. Yes!! Another two weeks past before I receive a call from the plumber telling me that he has a guy, who is an awesome and great guy, coming by my apartment at 9:30 am on such and such date. Okay, we were a little excited knowing that our time of showering with trash bags attacking you was coming to an end. Oh, I forgot one thing that when the plumber came over the second time, all they did was apply a piece of plywood on our neighbors ceiling as a temporary fix. That was a concern because the only thing you are doing at that point is making the water spread and potentially exacerbating the black mold.
Now, this awesome nice guy that was supposed to come by at 9:30 am on a specific date, came on that day, but an hour early! Anyone that knows me well enough is that I work evening/night shifts, and my bedtime isn’t until 4 or 5 in the morning. So when our doorbell rang at 8:33 am, not only was I surprised, but my dog was not pleased with this early morning greet, let alone anyone ringing the doorbell. So I go downstairs to answer the door, and it is the same guy that came by the first time, who just told me that the water is leaking through the tiles. Nevertheless, him and his partner come in and get to work right away in our bathroom. The only thing they did was replace the shower valve and replace some small portions of the copper piping. Of course, they had to go through the tiles and wall to accomplish this mission, which was completed in about two hours.
Now, we are down to the final phase of this bathroom project, and it comes on New Year’s Eve! The plumber here today is nice enough and doesn’t seem to mind telling you what is going on, but when it comes to calling you to let you know he’ll be running behind schedule or that he won’t be able to come until a certain time, is horrible! Lucky for him I work nights and my schedule is very flexible if necessary, but still you tell me 9 am you’ll be here, but don’t show up until 10:30 am, with no call to let me know you’ll be here after 9 am. COME’ON MAN! I’ve sacrificed some good sleep for the past two days for this project to be completed. Now we are on the last day of the year to have this done, which should’ve been done several weeks ago! We are happy that this is finally getting done, but I think this was dragged on much longer than needed, and better be a good job when all is said and done! My poor dog is not liking this, having to put him up in one of the rooms, not because he will bite or attack, but because he would bark non-stop at them, and for making such noises.
Well, it is almost noon and time to take him out for the bathroom, but an update will be written at a later time on this project. Hopefully all this can be done by the end of today! HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY FIRST MONDAY OF THE NEW YEAR!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
First I want to welcome you to my new blog site, and I hope that you enjoy the content that will be published throughout the year for your entertainment. My goals for this year are pretty simple, which is to engage as many readers as possible, and to engulf you into my personal stories, along with my fictional tellings, to keep you coming back for more. You may notice some similarities in my writing style as I am also the owner of the Franklinswritingcorner.com blog site, which at this current time is not being utilized. I vow to have better organized content and have things established easier for you to locate and revisit your favorite posts whenever. I thank you all for your support over the past three years I’ve been doing this, and will continue on my secondary goal in life as to become an author. I’ve already had one article mentioned in the Washington Post magazine several years back about my uprising in the novel world; but now it is time to kick it into gear and make that come true. This year I also encourage you, the reader, to engage and express your respectable opinions on the stories that are posted. I want more engagement with my readers as we can learn more about each other, and open dialogues to discuss.
I appreciate honesty and constructive criticism for improvement in posting stories, what to talk about and whatever else you want to relay to me. All I ask is that you be respectful when leaving comments to any post. That’s the only rule I have for all to follow, and if you can agree with that then we will have no problems getting along. I hope to see you on this new journey for 2016!
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