Hard To Kill
The poor kid was in tears. He begged me for an ambulance through the sobs. I had to tell him no ambulance was coming, and then, to look away. It...
The Things We Leave Behind
Ah, high school. Those were the days. Unless, of course, they weren’t. Some of us look back on high school with fondness for the good times gone by, while others...
Like A Bookmark In My Mind
It was Tuesday morning. I was one month away from my 23rd birthday. My wife was three months pregnant and at home with our two-year-old daughter in our tiny one...
Officer Safety 101: Show Me Your Hands
Hands kill — not mean words, bad attitudes, or angry eyes — the hands. This is why we care about where the hands are, what they are holding, and what...
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