As I was scrolling through Facebook, a breaking news article caught my attention, and it put my thumb to a screeching stop. “The Memphis police officer was the 18th officer shot and killed so far this year,” and I just sat on my couch in denial of what this country was turning into. I couldn’t understand why innocent men and women, who took an oath to protect citizens no matter what cost, where getting shot for one horrific reason: hatred. While growing up, I had a dad during the day, but when 7’oclock came around, he became someone who didn't just have a family to protect. He and his partner had part of a city to guard; even if it meant risking their own lives. My dad turned into Officer David Ambrose. I remember countless nights, laying
So when I first got there I had the idea that it was a mock trial. It was not until we start and they started going over the history of the Texas Supreme Court and how they are able to travel thought the state did I realize that the court cases were real. Which, I am glad that they were real cases because that would have been boring if they were mock. So once I got that all right in my head I started to focus on the cases the first one was at some point difficult to follow to quote my friend who’s in high school “I don’t get why everybody is so mad about so ranch there is plenty of it at Walmart at leas that’s what that one dude said”. Now, my friends, he is the class clown, so I knew it was a joke but he did ask me “for real why did he keep
On the picturesque Sunday Morning of November 5th, the First Baptist church's congregations in Southerland Springs, Texas, experienced a kind of evil that can only be compared to an act of the devil himself. While worshiping, the congregation was descended upon by a madman who shot and killed 26 churchgoers along with injuring 20 others. The victims ranged in age from unborn all way up to 77 years of age. Some feel learning the motive behind this heinous attack does help the general public cope with such senseless tragedy and that's what this video by Paul Joseph Watson aims to accomplish.
Life starts quickly and ends quickly. There is no way to stop the inevitable end that things come to an end and it has to be taught that you have to accept it because no matter how hard you try you can’t change what life has set out for you. Life isn’t all bad, there is a lot of good in it and you have to make the most of it because the time we have to spend is short. One bad part of life is where you lose your innocence due to something you experience, or you’re told something isn’t real that you believed was for your whole life. My innocence was on a steep hill to nothingness when I was eight years old. The slow descent from innocence to losing it happened when one of the closest people in my life had been diagnosed with alzheimer's and
Sounds like a plan. Yes, this is a new homicide. Crime was committed when he was 17 and he turned 18 in May.
For example, I could say "the man on trial may not have killed the victim, but the victim was stabbed, and the man on trial did own an awful lot of knives, didn't he?" - that kind of snide inference is not literally the same as saying you believe he killed the victim, but it's clear as day what I personally think based on how I present the information.
They take me to the cell and as go in I tell them that I didn’t do anything wrong, I am a US resident and that I want a lawyer now, I have the right to an attorney! “In a couple of moments someone will come to talk to you.” They tell me. As I wait in my cell, I see someone come my way. They open the cell and tell me, “You are in an Immigration lockup center sur. There is a phone your left, you have five minutes to call your lawyer or anyone you desire before anything else happens.” I nod my head, stand up from where I was sitting and head my way to the phone. As I pick up the phone the first person I call is my wife. I call her and tell her what has just happened to me. “Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening!” she is telling
Three of my closest friends who broke the law by going over the limit of doves and I have to figure out what to do about it. I grew up with Jamie, I work with Jim and Brady they are some of the closest friends i have in the world. We hunt fish and even go to church together. They've help me through so many hard times like when my grandad passed away. I can ask them for help info or to help clean a deer. But What will i do if I can't help them cause they have broke the law.
It is halfway through the trial and I am exhausted. I haven't done anything except for sitting in a chair handcuffed. There are many words running through my mind. When O’brien yelled at me and told me to get my act together, I felt a sense of sorrow. I don't know what I did wrong. Petrocelli tells everyone that since I was in the store at the time of the robbery, I was part of the gang. I knew the people in the gang, but I wasn't part of it. Why would I join a killing gang? I would never in a million years let my family down. Right now, I am sitting in my bed contemplating what I am going to say for my testimony. Do I tell the truth? Do I tell the jury what they want to hear? I think I shield just wing it. Tell them from the bottom of my heart that I am innocent. It will be hard but not impossible.
Despite his desperate efforts to fake a romantic scene, a woman in the crowd shouted, “Oh my! Who killed your wife?” The birthday boy pointed in a random direction and cried, “Over there! He`s getting away!” Surprisingly, the entire crowd rushed to apprehend the inexistent criminal. Feeling his high school days, the delinquent sprinted as if there was no tomorrow. In the grand scheme of things, he succeeded, but a total of forty-three people now were acquainted of the knowledge of the approximate location of this murderer.
I spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.
I sit on a bar stool eternally staring into blank space, what have I done? I think to myself. Ned was like a brother to me. I may be free from the prison now, but I feel that I'll be forever condemned by the decision I just made. So what now?, I ask myself. Where do I go?. The constant chatter of the surrounding people and the non-rhythmic music in the background make little distraction to take my mind of the situation. “Lighten up Aaron” a young officer with an English accent said to me. “You’ve help us out a lot ya know”. I put on a fake smile to hide my sorrowful expression and give a polite nod. I pretend to be proud in what I have done but the fact is, betraying Ned was the more egregious decisions. Unable to cope with the company of other
I received some negativity at a charity event I helped host regarding my clothes, basically one of the hosts friends decides while I’m speaking to a guest that it would be a good time to tell me she would like to give me a free styling session in her store.As the tense conversation continues, party host Rose approaches me and says, “I was insulted, too. She said to me that she didn’t like my style.”Aggravated, I tell Rose that she, “should probably check her friends, that when they come to your party they shouldn’t go insulting your guests. It’s rude.”Although, I was annoyed I didn’t let it get the best of me, my job was to get a new younger crowed involved.
Three years ago I moved from Florida to Seagreen, California. My life felt as if it was just beginning and falling into place. However my life was about to change.
I still remember my tween years like it was yesterday, how could I forget such a stage in my life. At this time everything was new to me and everyday I was learning a numberless of things. All things fascinated me and were so fresh, I always craved for more information. One thing was clear to me though, I knew who I was, and no one could tell me otherwise of it. I saw myself as a stylish, innocent, and friendly tween.
I’ve done some things I’m regretful off. I try to run away from my past every second of everyday and I feel like it’s catching up to me. I shouldn’t be so afraid because I was just a victim as he was. I was as innocent and as vulnerable as he was. I carry this weight of guilt every time that I think about everything that I’ve been through. It’s eating me up alive and I’m afraid that these secrets will come out to the light. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to look back and face the past again. I just want it to all end but if it doesn’t I think I might will.