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The image on the left shows two Smith & Wesson revolvers. The one on the left is the revolver I used for 11 years working as a detective and also carried it off duty. The revolver on the right was purchased 35 years later by a friend.




The image on the left shows The Confederate Battle Flag. It's about heritage, not hate. My ancestors fought on both sides during the Civil War.






Life Moments

Years ago when I was a young intelligent boy of sixteen years old, I felt I knew everything there was to know in this world. I didn't need anyone or anything. I had the world by the tail and no one could persuade me to think differently.

Then came a day when I was taken away from my home and for the next three weeks, I had a lot of time to reflect. It was during this time my wisdom began to fad and the more I thought about this thing I had by the tail, the more I wanted to let it go but I didn't know how.

At that moment in my life, I really didnít care about family or home. Those three weeks I spent away and the spoken words of my father when I returned home, convinced me that of my two choices I had in life, I had better take the one my father suggested or face eternal hell with him overseeing my job performance with the devil.

Years went by and I never gave it much thought. I became a police officer and for the next twenty one years, I performed my job without realizing why I was where I was at.

After retiring, I received my retirement badge. It was then I thought back as to thos trying times when I was sixteen. If I hadnít heeded the spoken utterances of my father, no telling what my life would have been.

Because of what he did for me so many years ago, I became a son he could be pleased with and proud of. It was on fatherís day 1988 I went to visit him and gave him my retirement badge. As far as I was concerned, he alone deserved my badge of retirement more than anyone because he is the one that pointed me in the right direction to get me where I am today.

My father passed away in 1993. That day I sat at his bedside engaged in a conversation that lasted over 3 hours. I felt he didnít want me to leave but after three hours, I told him I would come back tomorrow to see him. I left and went home. When I walked into my house the phone was ringing. It was my sister telling me our dad had died moments after I had left his bedside. I still remember that day vividly, sitting next to his bed, talking about life in general. On the wall above him was my retirement badge he so proudly displayed.

At his services, all I could say was; I love you dad and thanks for everything.


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