Integrity; to walk or way or do what is right As I made my way along the shady street, at a

I wake up with crusty eyelids from the dry tears of the night before. Standing over is an animal licking my face. I jolt up to see a dog right in front of me and in the distance I see a state trooper running over to me. How did they find me? I knew I should have kept running. I feel my walls collapsing inside of me. The trooper is to me now and begins to say, “River Martin, you are a wanted fugitive and you have the right to remain silent…” I had stopped listening after he said my name.

I felt my heartbeat rising every step I took as the blood rushed to the surface of my skin. My muscles tightened, beginning with my legs as if I could’ve ran fast enough to chase the truck. The image of the man and his words repeated many times in my mind, making me vulnerable to hatred. I thought I was doing something good and just. I was naïve. I thought everyone would gladly give us a helping hand. I looked at everyone around me, and I noticed it wasn’t just me that was burning with raged. I could see the anger in their eyes as they conversed with each other. It wasn’t until a loud voice snapped me out of it. “Do not show fear! Do not show anger! Our justice cannot break that easily!”

The other inmates felt that he was threatening their own death sentences. Simmons told them not even to debate his charges. He said anything other than death was “A cruel and unusual punishment”. He chose to be killed by lethal injections. He got two last meals.

Although, I can never be revived, I hope he realizes what he has done, and what he has taken from me as a result of his own mental instability. I can’t imagine the pain my grandchildren will feel when they find out that their grandfather won’t make it to their birthday this year because someone selfishly robbed them. I can’t imagine the pain my children will feel when they figure out that there will be no more family barbeques on Saturday anymore. My son can’t even bring himself to use the grill anymore, or drive past my house where the incident occurred. It’s now the day of my funeral, I am surrounded by everyone who loves me, and they’re all crying, saying this never should have happened and that the person who did this will pay. There’s a rumor going around town saying that he had some form of mental illness, something was mentioned of schizophrenia, or paranoia. Instead of going to jail, he went to a mental asylum. Long ago, I took psychology, and so I am educated and aware of the power and influence they have over

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

Upon arrival, I had initially provided support in standing by while the Narcotics team went through the house getting everyone out. I then was asked to assist in search the two female subjects that were detained. While searching the females I went back to my vehicle to grab another set of gloves. While I was doing this, I had seen Officer Fredrick #1111 had one of the subjects identified as Keith Gray W/M (DOB: 07/09/1958) on the ground. Officer Fredrick had advised me the subject just fell face forward. With my EMT medical knowledge I looked at the subject and noticed that he was having what appeared to be

In 2010, a homeless man named Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax, saved a woman who was being mugged. He collapsed on a Queens, N.Y. , sidewalk after the mugger stabbed him several times. The incident was captured on the surveillance camera and more than 20 people can be seen passing by as he lay bleeding to death. Tale-Yax was already dead when help finally arrived on the scene. It is sad to know that

Once they were secured I directed Officer Bell to get the Police Tape from my trunk and tape off the area as it was a crime scene. Acadian Arrived on scene about 2400hrs and started to provide medical aid while I remained doing CPR. Acadian Paramedic Adam Pitalo called time of death at 00:09 hrs. At this point I was notified Gautier Police Dispatch that Acadian called the time of death and I began trying to find out who the victim

be one step better then him for saving his life. He twists the truth to make

Upon my arrival, I noticed a black male lying in the street unconscious. I then checked the victim’s vital signs to make sure he was still breathing. I then proceeded to dispatch for EMS to come to my location.

I then activated my emergency lights and pulled my vehicle behind Officer Nguyen's vehicle. I then got out of my vehicle and was a back up officer while Officer Nguyen initiated contact with the suspect.

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

It was a cloudy night on the busy streets of New York City, there were cars and people of all kinds around, in the lights of stores and large buildings. It seemed to be an average walk home, across the glistening sidewalk, which had been moistened by a previous rain storm. I was comfortably making my way down the street, while viewing all of the regular sites, such as the vast glass buildings, Donald Trump, election signs, and the countless street lights illuminating my path home. All seemed well, but in just one moment, a large man with a gun, suddenly stepped out of a dark alleyway, which happened to be right ahead of me. Having seen the imminent danger, I tried to run to cover as fast as I could, but I was unsuccessful, for the man caught me in the back of the cranium, with the butt of his rifle. Due to the deft blow, I was rendered unconscious on the cold, damp concrete.

Maybe if I had stepped in again, he would still be alive. He locked eyes with me, as he was being pushed into the trashcan, and I pretended to not see him. I guess, he was tired of it all and something inside him snapped, maybe knowing that there was nothing anyone else was going to do for him, propelled him to take a stand. Oh, how I wish he hadnt. There was a wildness in his eyes that day, it seemed as if he hadnt been getting much sleep, though iif I was in his situation I wouldnt be able to even close my eyes without looking arond to see if anyone was coming toward me. And just as it seemed that the idiots would leave him alone he doomed us

     In 1999, an unsuspecting attorney by the name of Rosalie Pugliese was a victim of identity theft. Over a six-week period, not only did the thief run up over sixty-thousand dollars worth of goods and steal credit cards, but also the thief went on to impersonate her victim. In the Post-Gazette on August 26, 1999, staff writer Cristina Rouvalis wrote, ?The fraudulent purchases trickled in at first -- a $2,700 bill on a First Union credit card and a $18.74 AT&T cell phone bill in mid-December. Pugliese canceled both accounts -- which she had never even applied for -- and dismissed them as the work of a petty thief doing Christmas shopping on her dime.? The bills included an $8,000 cash advance at Atlantic City casinos, six thousand dollars worth of jewelry, and a seven thousand dollar Compaq laptop computer, just to name a few. This particular identity thief went above and beyond what most identity thieves do though. ?As investigators would soon discover, Pugliese's evil twin didn't just steal her name to rack up about $60,000 in debt. She stole her whole appearance, they said. She fixed her hair like Pugliese's -- a medium-length blond cut -- and sometimes tied a crisp scarf