Salacious Serendipity(Cop Love)

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“Doug, Karen, I just want to thank you so much for inviting me to your tenth wedding anniversary party. It is truly an honor to be here.”

“It is our honor to have you here Raul. We consider you to be a dear friend; I know my husband does.”

Karen patted her husband on the top of his hand as they all shared a laugh. Doug and Raul had known one another for only three months but their common interests helped them to become fast friends. Both men were big Florida State Seminole fans, employed in law enforcement and avid fishermen with their own boats. Raul admired how in love his friends still were after so many years. He wondered how they met, so he asked and was told a tale of salacious serendipity, cop love.

“So Doug, Karen how did you two meet anyway? I know there has got to be some romantic story about love at first sight or something.”

Doug and Karen laughed together then they stood up and sat on either side of their new best friend. Doug put his arm around his buddy’s neck.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes. What is it? I’ve got to know now.”

“Okay, here we go. “

They both stood up and took their seats sitting across from him again. After laughing and shaking his head one last time, Doug started the sorted tale of how he met his lovely wife of ten years. The jovial smile on his face dissipated, replace by a stern frowned brow.

“I was in a real dark place when me and Karen met. My wife was divorcing me for cheating and she was giving me a hard time about visitation of our daughter. I was all alone and lonely. Then I met this girl. She was dating a coworker of mine but he wasn’t that in to her. He told me she was crazy. I didn’t care. She was wild and exotic, British or something. Eventually after weeks of me doing chores and running errands for her; she let me have some. I knew she was hung up on him but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be alone.”

Doug paused and took a sip of his champagne before continuing on.

“Well, I found out that what my friend said about that chick was true, she was crazy. This broad actually drugged herself and told the cops I drugged and raped her. She had bruises because she told me she wanted it rough. The crazy woman banged herself around while we were doing it to. I got arrested and suspended from my job. She did all of this just to make him take her back. She told him that she would drop the charges if he did.”

His wife rubbed his back as he took another sip before continuing on with his painful life story.

“I was disgraced in front of my squad and family. It took a while but eventually it all blew over. My friend who I somewhat betrayed convinced her to tell the truth and drop the charges. When I finally got back on the job I felt more empty than ever. Eventually I got my gold shield and with that came more responsibilities and longer hours. I craved more work because my time off was like slow torture. I drank more. Ultimately I sought female company in lower places.”

He looked over at his wife; they shared a knowing smile. Raul tried to figure out what they had yet to tell him. Karen took over the story for her husband.

“Well during this time I was working vice. I had just made detective four months earlier and I was psyched. I was trying to pop every jon in Orange County. One night I got approached on the street by this tall handsome man. He pulled up in his sedan and asked me for a date.”

Raul thought that he finally knew their story so excitedly he blurted it out.

“You mean Doug was the jon?!”

Karen looked shocked and surprised.

“No, oh God, no.”

Raul was embarrassed.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to…”

Karen quickly let him off the hook by interrupting him.

“No, he wasn’t that jon. That guy had no money so I sent him packing. I ran into Doug in the hallway of the motel I was using after I kicked out my guy. Being ambitious, always looking for the next bust, I flirted with him and asked him if he was looking for some company.”

Doug tapped in to continue the story.

“I could tell by the way that she was dressed what she was but then I thought to myself, what the hell? When we got into the room she saw my gold badge. Then she kind of hushed me up and showed me her badge and wire. I whispered, this is a sting? She didn’t answer, she just started yelling at me.”

The loving couple squeezed one another hands as Karen continued on.

“I was like if you ain’t got no money why you wasting my time. Get yo broke ass outta here trick! The guys in the truck ate it up. It tickled them to hear me talk like that. They joked about it for weeks. The next day I went to his squad and gave him a piece of my mind about him disgracing the badge. His squad had a few scandals in the previous months and I didn’t want to do more to stain their department. But in scolding Doug, I learned something about him. He made a plea to me that really touched my heart.”

“I just told her, Raul, how much I was hurting and how dark of a place I was in after going through all that I had. Being a homicide detective didn’t help much either. The dead bodies weren’t a lot of comfort. She told me that she couldn’t stand cops who disrespected the badge but more than that, she hated liars. Karen thought that I did that sort of thing all the time but it wasn’t true. I looked deep into her eyes and told her as much. I guess I looked so pitiful that she somewhat believed me. But before she stormed off she warned me to keep my nose clean and keep my little buddy in my pants. Just, she didn’t say it so nice.”

The three of them laughed together. Doug put his arm around his wife and gave her a side hug as they sat. Doug shared with Raul how smitten he was by the tough vice detective.

“It was something about that tough woman that really struck me. I thought initially that it was because I was hurting so bad but it was far more than that. I tracked her down at her station and waited for her in the parking lot. She really wasn’t very receptive but she didn’t completely shut me down so I knew there was some hope. She told me that she didn’t really date cops; so to me that meant she possibly would. I had to make a way to see her again.”

“I was shocked when he pulled up on me on the stroll. At first I thought he was back at it, trying to find a date. But then, he handed me a bouquet of flowers. I quickly pushed them back in his car. I didn’t want my cover blown. He asked me out again and I reminded him that I didn’t date. So he asked me if I ate and if I did could he possibly share a meal with me sometime. He was trying to be clever but I thought it was cute. I told him that I would think about it and then I shooed him off.”

Karen turned and kissed her man on his round cheek.

“A couple of days after that, I was approached by a young street walker outside of the station who seemed to have just been released from jail. She said that she needed a ride but she didn’t have any money. She wanted me to take her and in return she would make me feel good. I handed her a twenty dollar bill and told her that I would have dispatch call her a cab. As I got in my car and started the engine I saw Karen pull up next to me. She looked at me kinder than she ever had before.”

He looked over to her, his smile was met by hers. Then Raul chimed in.

“Ah kiss her already.”

Again the friends laughed together. Then did Doug and Karen did as they were told. After kissing her husband lovingly Karen took over the story.

“So I told him that I was now hungry. He let me know that he knew what I did, but I had to know if he had told me the truth. Some of these guys just can’t help themselves and most of them will never change. We left that parking lot and made our way to the closest pizzeria. We shared a pie and we have been eating together every since.”

Raul just smiled a shook his head from side to side slowly, smiling with tears in his eyes.

“That might be the most beautiful love story I have ever heard. That’s just wonderful.”

“Now Raul, you are part of our story. Sharing in this day, we consider you family. Thank you for being here brother.”

Tough Raul could no longer control his emotions. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he hugged his friend. Karen joined in their embrace.

“I can’t wait to find what you two have. When I do find it; I will never let it or her go. I’ll cherish it forever.”

Karen smiled looking over Raul’s shoulder. Then Doug walked up to Raul and whispered in his ear.

“That’s what we were hoping you’d say.”

Karen called out to the person in the corridor.

“Please, come join us.”

Raul turned to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life but then there was something familiar about her. Little did he realize, Doug had been working on him for the past month. His friend asked him leading questions about his feelings on relationships. He answered truthfully in the dark. Doug started to ask his buddy what his type was. Raul didn’t really have a “type” so Doug nudged him along by showing him photos. He showed him a picture online of this green eyed, brown haired beauty with the prettiest of smiles.

“What about this girl here? Do you think she is woman you would like to date?”

Raul blushed a little bit.

“Well yeah but, I don’t know anything about her.”

Doug read from her profile.

“Well it says here she is a veterinarian but has no pets. Cute. She is a sports fan who loves her Florida State Seminoles above all other teams.”

Raul smiled.

“You know we love our Noles. How old is this girl anyway?”

“Um, she’s twenty-seven and she is a graduate of Florida State.”

“That’s a little young.”

“It says here that she was looking for a mature man with ambitions of finding a love for a lifetime.”

“Well that’s kinda poetic. She sounds great.”

Then reality settled in on Raul.

“But I’ll never meet anyone like that. It seems like love just isn’t in the cards for me my friend. But hey, I’m fine. I have a great life.”

Doug patted him on the shoulder.

“Yes you do my friend but, it could be just a little bit better, uh.”

The friends shared a look then chortle.

Karen didn’t have to be quite as deceptive and stealth with her friend and veterinarian Sheila Shields. The two became fast friends for Sheila was wise beyond her years. Karen loved the younger woman’s old soul and sensible ways. She thought her to have everything she needed in life, except love. Karen told Sheila all about her friend Raul and his history. She showed her photos of him and asked her what she thought. She thought Raul to be somewhat handsome but she was more concerned with the kind of man he is. After some persuading Sheila agreed to meet Raul at Karen and Doug’s ten year wedding anniversary.

For Raul, it was love at first sight. For Karen it was just a pleasure to meet a good guy that had been properly vetted by her good friend. They were introduced by Karen.

“Sheila this is our dear friend Raul, Raul, Sheila.”

They met one another in the middle of the room and Sheila extended her hand to shake Raul’s. He turned her hand palm down and kissed the top of it. She was impressed.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Shelia.”


Sheila was a sucker for a gentleman. Doug spoke up.

“Well we are going to give you two a little time to get acquainted while we check on our guests.”

Mr. and Mrs. Jenson left the room, proud of what they had put in motion. They both knew that they had done a great thing. Raul and Shelia never left one another’s company that day or evening. The day of the Jensen’s tenth wedding anniversary gathering, a love was born. A year later a wedding was held. Sheila Shields became Sheila Sanchez and Raul was just months away from becoming a father for the first time. Doug was the best man and Karen the maid of honor. What a beautiful day it was. Now another two, had become one through Doug and Karen’s initial salacious serendipity.

Five years later at a wedding anniversary of their own Raul and Sheila told the love story of Doug and Karen and how it led to their love story. Like Doug told Raul many years before, he was now part of their story. After sharing their story with their friend Jacob, Karen introduced him to his future bride. Now Raul and Sheila were adding another chapter by introducing two dear friends of their own. Jacob Russo and Jenny Plat had no idea what their buddies were up to when they brought them together. Yet love was in the air as Doug and Karen looked on, proud of what they started. Cupid wins again.

Love comes in many forms, often when we least expect it. Sometimes while engaged in a vile act, like soliciting prostitution, or at a noble occasion like celebrating a good friend’s happy marriage, love finds you. You can walk into it blindly, unassumingly or you may discover it through sweet salacious serendipity just like with Doug and Karen’s cop love.


In Sheep’s Clothing

Thanksgiving what a joyous occasion, my first with my new love and her family. Making their acquaintance, embracing Mama for the first time, inside I felt warm and secure. At home, like family they welcomed me at our first meeting. We discussed life, culture, family and especially Jesus. Some things needed to be discussed; Mama is strong and not everyone was welcome, not if their intentions weren’t pure. If you didn’t love Jesus you couldn’t love her daughter, period! Good Mama… good. Guest, old friends arrived out of the blue. They were greeted warmly as well. I could tell that there was history between the two families. I couldn’t understand everything being said because most of what was said initially was in Creole as they greeted one another in the native tongue of Haiti. The friends were a family of five. Mother and father, son and daughter in their early twenties and younger daughter age ten. The youngest of the children was an affection sweet little girl afflicted with down syndrome. Mama warned her friend against having a child so late in life and the possibility of the child being born with the disease. Her friend responded that she had this child in her belly for fifteen years and it was time she had it. That’s what she believed. I was asked to say grace and relished the opportunity to bless the table on such a memorable first holiday spent with what could quite possibly be my new family. I became a little redundant in my prayer but it was well received by all in attendance. The meal was wonderful; Mama cooks well. I was a little disappointed however. Being an African American Man I was really looking forward to enjoying some traditional Haitian food; there was a variety of foods but none cultural. I still enjoyed the meal tremendously and Mama promised to cook me some of her favorite Haitian dishes in the near future. I enjoyed the conversation of the friends and the children, a loving holiday gathering. Mama constantly encouraged the oldest daughter throughout their visit. The young lady was twenty-one but she could have easily passed for thirteen. I was curious to know why Mama was taking such an interest in the young lady telling her positive things about herself that I felt we should all know about ourselves. The friends left and were off to visit other friends. They lived in Georgia and were only in Central Florida for a short period of time; so they wanted see as many friends and former church members as possible. The night ended with hugs, kisses, and promises to visit soon and of course packed plates. We arrived home and I watched my beloved Philadelphia Eagles pummel the NFC West leading Arizona Cardinals 48-20 on the NFL Network. Donavan McNabb, our beloved quarterback, and head coach Andy Reid had been under fire for poor play and questionable decisions but they put all doubts to bed that night. As the game concluded I finally stopped yelling about McNabb’s four touchdown passes and Brian Westbrook’s four touchdowns, two rushing and two receiving, my love told me a shocking and sad tale about her family’s friends.

IMG_0146The father was on several church comities and boards during the time he and his family resided in Central Florida. In speaking with him, it seemed to me that he was a devout man who obeyed God’s laws and loved his family. His son was going to college and majoring in criminal justice. All though the young man excelled in school, he had changed his major three times earlier. He had a penchant for allowing his heart to dictate his life decisions; whatever his girlfriend at the time, studied he wanted to study. None the less he was excelling. His sister, one year his junior, was not encouraged to pursue academics instead she was discouraged by her parents. My love told me of a time that the father of the family beat his wife to the point of her being barely recognizable to her friends and family. I was astonished by her statements. I asked to reconfirm. “You mean that nice man I just met at your mother’s house, I would have never suspected. I thought he was a good family man.” She remarked that at the time, her family was surprised at his behavior as well. The man professed to love the Lord but was cruel not only to his wife but his children too. I asked my love why her mother encouraged the girl so much and she explained to me why. Apparently the girl’s family constantly told her how unintelligent she was and that she was incompetent. Her mother had even remarked in the past how the younger daughter with downs syndrome had more sense than her. This statement angered Mama and she didn’t communicate with the mother quite as much. Mama, like her daughter, was an encourager. I can attest to that. The adult son wasn’t immune to his father’s abuse either; he still occasionally found himself on the business end of a slap or punch. Ten year old handicapped daughter was also routinely beaten. Thinking about it, I almost shed tears as I prayed for the family later that night. The oldest daughter had it the worst. There was no school or job because she was too dumb according to her parents. She just stayed in the house, did chores, watched TV and waited for her next beating. My love explained to me that the girl might have had a slight learning disability but was far from stupid. When she and her brother arrived in the US as children, they mastered the English language in just weeks. The girl held ambitions, dreams and goals for the future but kept them to herself for fear of angering her father. It was as if her aspirations of finding a purpose in life hurt him and he routinely responded with violence. I thought of the girl and the family from time to time over the next two weeks until I was given an update on the family’s situation from my love. Apparently the oldest daughter was still in Central Florida and she was enrolled in school. A price had to be paid for her freedom. That price was one last and severely brutal beating in the company of others. Father wasn’t stopped until daughter lay near dying in the middle of the living room floor of her new home. A plan was in place to relocate the young lady to Central Florida and Mama was involved. She and the mother of the other family that they visited here in Central Florida were planning to talk to the parents and negotiate the daughter being allowed to come to the area and begin her life. Mama wanted to do things right. The girl had other ideas. I guess in her mind she figured that she was here now and to go back to Georgia just to try and find a way back to Florida didn’t make much sense. She was where she wanted to be. How many more beatings would she have to endure before she was allowed to return?

When it was time to go she simply refused; she knew that she was welcome where she stood and that she no longer wanted to live under her father’s oppression. When asked if she would be sad if her sister were to leave, younger handicapped sister replied. “Good, she should go because Daddy hits us.” She, such a sweet little girl; living with and needing to be rescued from the same pains. When father heard daughter’s refusal he ripped into her with punches and kicks usually reserved for mortal combat. He stomped her small frame and attempted to choke the life from her. He bashed her skull and brought her to the brink of death as the other family and his wife looked on. No one intervened until absolutely imperative to save the girl’s life. It was not proper to get involved in a man disciplining (or abusing) his family. As she lay balled up on the floor sustaining cuts, bruises and knots feeding her father’s wrath she prayed to Jesus. It seemed that the more she hurt, the more he wanted to hurt her. She felt empowered by her decision and she knew in her heart that this would be the last beating. She thought at times that she might not make it through the vicious assault but she knew in her heart that he might be able to kill her body but he could never kill her spirit and with each blow he was discovering that. Curses and threats spewed from his mouth but she would not relent. She was not getting into that vehicle. As she lay there she vowed that she would never go anywhere with him ever again. When the abuse concluded, she remained in a defensive posture on the floor, still protecting herself as her father was led from the room. Soon her family was asked to leave and they were on their way back to Georgia, minus one family member. Daughter is now a Floridian with the help of her friends here in Florida. Mama was horrified to hear what happened to the young lady after leaving her home. It would have never taken place in her home but then again cowards know exactly where and when to commit their cowardly acts. Daughter’s external bruises healed within weeks but it will take years for the damage done to her by her family to be undone. She is now enrolled in school, attending church and loving life. She finally has a life, a life free of constant emotional and physical pain and torment. Mama is helping in every way that she can. Mama is strong and good. I believe she is who and what she says she is, but I will forever be weary of the devil In Sheep’s Clothing.

In Sheep’s Clothing

Don’t Stand So Close To Me


“Don’t stand so close to me.”

That was all she ever said to poor Paul on their daily commute. The train was always packed and they got on at the same stop everyday. The office Carol worked in was across the court yard from where Paul worked so their daily meetings were inevitable. Paul, polite calm and mild mannered always apologized when Carol would ask the impossible of him. He didn’t want to crowd her but he had no choice. Neither of them knew the other’s name. That was their relationship; she’d bark and he’d ask for forgiveness. Carol’s marriage wasn’t a happy one; Paul’s life was a quiet one. Her anger and frustration with her life situation she vented on Paul every morning.

“Stop breathing on me!”

Paul held his breath. Three years Paul endured this dysfunctional relationship until one day his life changed. Paul’s family was wealthy but he valued not their prestige and lifestyle. Cast out was young Paul for not accepting his rightful place in high society. He took a simple job and lived a simple life, in his mind there was no need for excess. But now his elders had passed on and poor Paul was due his inheritance. His face was plastered across the local newspapers and television stations. “The Princely Pauper” is what they dubbed Paul. He took it all in stride. Paul never resigned from his job; he kept the same lifestyle and routine, less one thing. He bought himself a car to avoid having to take the train into the city and more importantly to steer clear of Carol. One day in front of his desk there she stood smiling wide with ample cleavage exposed.

“Hello Paul, how are you today?”

The ever courteous Paul answered the formerly cantankerous lady extending his hand to shake hers.

“I am doing well and how are you today? Ahh…”

Carol jumped in introducing herself.

“Carol, Carol Hanson, soon to be Carol Jensen once again. You know Paul I missed seeing you on the train in the morning.”

Paul was nice but he was no fool.

“You miss seeing me on the train?”

“Well of course silly, why don’t you ride anymore? I miss seeing my little train buddy.”

Carol reached out to caress his face; Paul scooted back out of her reach. Her forwardness irritated him somewhat.

“I believe you already know why I no longer ride the train and please ma’am don’t insult me by acting if you don’t. I know how miserable you are in your marriage by hearing you rant on your cell phone. I felt sorry for you. I had thoughts of befriending you, not in a romantic way, in a platonic way. But, you were always so nasty and rude to me no matter how polite I was to you. I understood that you were sharing the pain you felt inside but that was no reason for you to be abusive towards me. I only bought a car so that I wouldn’t have to ride the train and be insulted everyday. I bought a car because of you, not because I am suddenly wealthy. But here you stand now trying to pull the wool over my eyes because you lust for money. All you had to do was be kind to me and I would have given you anything your heart desired all because you were my friend. So please Ms. Carol Hanson, Jenson, whatever please back away from my desk. Don’t stand so close to me.”

Mayhem Manifested through the Makings of a Manic Methhead

IMG_0135Robert sat in his dingy apartment on the living room floor surrounded by disassembled clock radios and various tools. He’d been awake for three days; the hallucinations and paranoia were becoming more intense. So much so that he was having a difficult time distinguishing reality from fantasy. In his mind he was beginning to believe that he was repairing his space craft so that he could get off this foreign planet and join his crew on the mother ship before returning to their galaxy.

He smoked more and his disillusions became that much more concentrated and extreme. Robert was now hull up in a cave with his craft hidden just yards away in some bushes; he could not allow himself to be discovered or for his plan to be revealed. Robert commandeered an earth weapon six days earlier in an attempt to defend himself against the inhabitants of this odd world. He hunched over his work sweating and picking at a sore he had caused on his left forearm. He dug deeper as his mind raced trying to figure out how to get the combaculator reception accumulator to work. Delusional Robert switched arms as his left began to leak blood from the fresh irritated and infected wound. He panicked seeing his bodily fluids spewing from his arm and assumed he had been hit by the enemy. Surely they were attempting to cease his life function.

Robert took cover and frantically tried to bandage his arm using plastic wrap and electric tape. He checked his earth weapon and laid in wait for his attackers. Just then his stoner friend Timmy and Rusty their dealer walked through the door. Robert stood and fired the 44caliber pistol six times at the intruders then ducked back behind the sofa he was using as cover. After brief screams there was silence. Robert reloaded then stood again to see another of the enemy, he fired three more shots.

The building superintendent, Mr. Sanchez fell to the floor without clutching or screaming. He was dead from the first shot to the head from the large caliber firearm. Robert ducked back down with the gun smoking in his hand; his position had been compromised. He needed to find an escape. Robert stepped over and through the lifeless bodies at his threshold and inched his way down the hallway. As he made his was through the woods towards his vessel he encountered more adversaries in uniforms holding weapons. He fired on sight catching one of the officers in the right arm. The other officer took aim and shot Robert in the chest ending his mission. Robert never made it out of this odd world and onto the mother ship but in his drug induced lunacy he did manage to take three lives and end the career of a decorated police officer. Meth is a hell of a drug!

A Day at The Ball Park

A Day At The Ball Park

While watching my sons little league baseball team warm up I was informed that there had been a shooting days earlier at a park here in the center of good living Ocoee, Florida. Our sleepy southern town doesn’t suffer from a great amount of crime or violence so any discharging of a firearm is big news. The baseball mom who shared the information with me was a bit sketchy on her facts and details so she left me curious as to exactly what happened. The boys all played great that day as we beat the team from the city of Clermont by twelve runs and headed on our way back to Ocoee.

A few days later I was at the West Orange Girls Club watching one of our four daughters play in a travel softball tournament when I received more details about the shooting incident. A parent on the team was also a little league coach and his team played a game the evening of the shooting. It would seem that afternoon at the ball park had a lot more drama than just someone discharging a firearm.

This parent coached with another dad who’s boy was very close to his own lad. The kids were like brothers and the dad was an exceptional coach, when he could keep his head. Sometimes the exceptional transforms into explosive. One of my sons played for this same duo of coaches and with these same two young players two years earlier. It was a great season and the coaches did an awesome job until there was an incident on the diamond.

Coach got into an argument with the other teams coaches over a play where his young son was injured. He felt it was a dirty play; eventually he challenged the other coaches to a fist fight. Coach was tossed from the game and eventually suspended for the rest of the season when he refused to make amends. Unknown to me he and the other coach had history. They were going to fight four years earlier when their older sons were playing against one another. The two tried to throw hands by the railroad tracks after the game but there were too many mediators and peace makers there preventing them from becoming physical with one another.

Now on this day at the ball park coach was at it again. The coach in the opposite dug out was complaining about interference on the base path. The disagreement escalated into an argument, then there were threats thrown. Coach takes threats literally so he informed the other coach that when they game was done they were going to fight. At the conclusion of the game coach huddled his team up and gave them praise for their performance in the win. After the young players did their victory lap and packed up their bats and gloves, coach saw them all off.

As soon as his players had left the ball park, coach sprinted around the outside of the baseball field and stopped behind the center field fence. He took his shirt off and started calling the opposing team’s coach out. He invited the guy to come join him behind the field so that they could find out who was more of a man. Waving his arms and jumping up and down he taunted his rival to no avail. Now that the game was over, his adversary’s angry emotions had cooled. He sat in the bleachers refusing to engage in fisticuffs.

Eventually the teller of this story, dad the assistant coach, went out to coax his friend away from center field. He got Coach to walk over to an adjacent park where their vehicles were parked so that they could put their equipment away. As they discussed the night’s events they could see three teens standing around a car across the parking lot. Suddenly a car pulled up and two boys jumped out. The coaches paid the kids no mind.

Then they heard shots ring out. Instinctually dad, the assistant coach reached for his firearm on his hip. It wasn’t there. Being a law enforcement officer, he always had his gun on him, except when he was coaching. He didn’t want any of the kids bumping into it in the dugout. The car of reckless teens sped off while everyone else took cover. There were no casualties or even injuries because the youths just shot the gun in the air. Fortunately the slugs landed harmlessly in a field a quarter mile away. Within moments, police were on the scene investigating what happened.

Initially the teens were tight lipped about who the assailants were and what the motive may have been. Eventually the authorities would get to the bottom of the crime and who to hold responsible. The situation could have been far more dire. Reportedly the boys at the park were engaged in an altercation with a brother of one of the kids in the car. They just wanted to show the other boys that they meant business and that they better not bother their brother again. This could have been a youthful indiscretion turned deadly.

If Dad had his gun he would have drawn down on the boys and a shoot out might have ensued. The ex-military homicide detective was a marksman. The boys could have lost their lives that day or hit someone in the distance when the bullets fell back to earth. The whole incident got Coach to thinking about life, coaching and how he conducted himself. He realized that life was short and you never know when your time is up. There are more serious things going on in the world than a little league baseball game. He decided that in the future he would see the game for what it was, a game. Little boys playing a game should be a joyous thing not surrounded with competitive, hot headed adults. That day, Coach became a better coach and a better man. Juvenile delinquents were arrested and Dad was so glad that he wasn’t forced to use deadly force against minors. Wow, what a day at the ball park.

A Day at The Ball Park

Dreams No Longer Fallow


No longer are her dreams left fallow; the seed, finally planted during the ideal growing season. This time she will nourish it with the love and enthusiasm it needs to grow. Prolonged procrastination has prevented pleasure through plausible productivity for she possesses power in her pen worthy of praise. Erudition in encouragement, she inspires those who aspire to chase dreams of their own. It is her dream now that will come to fruition as she has taken the first tentative steps towards personal greatness. Providential and privileged are persons under the pour of her profound prose. Probing then piercing, her words penetrate the soul of all within earshot. Woven together, her expressions enclose utterances of tensile strength fortifying unique thought.

Yesterday was the first day and a beginning to the inevitable. The inevitable being her success. When she succeeds, we all achieve because she is one of our chosen.

Her declaration of determination to achieve has assured that her dexterity will never again be devoured by doubt. Diacritical diction, dibbled into the domes of the dimwitted which they will dawn as unseen diadem, she’s destined to deliver. Congratulation and Appreciation I hold for her for she is ultra-deserving of both. Anxiously I am awaiting her accomplishments so that I may celebrate her triumph and it’s reaching for us all. Sincere thought and support breeds more, so that is what I give to you today in return for what you have given me.

Remember, the realization of your dream is the realization of our dream so please remain diligent and committed. You represent our pride and future, so you must do what you are called to do. We need you to

Mourning Marital Mistakes

mourning marital mistakes
Tanya and Walter Pride were young lovers in search of higher learning. Their young love they professed to be eternal so they married. Barely old enough to drink, they were now man and wife. Marriage doesn’t make you instantly more mature; wisdom comes with time and age. Walter was extremely studious leaving him very little time to experience “college life”. There were no keg parties, bon fires, pep rallies or pajama jammy jams for this young man. He was focused on becoming an engineer and great provider for his young family. Walter looked forward to having many children with Tanya his love and for them all to live together happily ever after.

Tanya loved her husband but thought him to be a bit of a bore from time to time. She respected his dedication to his goals but she just wished that he would loosen up a little bit. To her he acted more like a man in his late forties rather than his early twenties. Whenever she asked him to blow a class and go do something fun he rebuffed her. Walter was into doing extra, digging deeper not skipping mandatory classes. The young bride was in need of some excitement not the stable predictability that Walter offered day in and day out.

To scratch her itch she became more social on campus joining study groups and clubs. In one particular study group she met a friend with a bright future. He was a basketball player who had the potential to be drafted into the NBA. James was the team’s star shooting guard and business major like Tanya. James was dating a sophomore by the name of Betty Wright for the past year and a half or so and was very happy in his relationship. He was however very concerned for Betty because she had received some threatening letters on her car and even her door. The police investigated but could find no strong suspects. James vowed to protect the lady he loved and she trusted him to do so.

Friends and study buddies Tanya and James grew closer as the semester went on. They spent most of their time together in public places or groups. James resided with a religious man and his sister who was also heavily involved in the church. They took in the budding young superstar when he struggled finding lodging his second freshman semester. He was charged very little in rent to reside in the large home. They only asked that he attend church with them from time to time and obey the house rules.

Ronald, James’ landlord, was often called “Bishop” by the people in the community. He was very active in the church, organizing different activities and groups. Bishop was known to be a man strong in faith, always willing to help the needy. His sister Carol was a virtuous woman, a deaconess in the same church. It would seem that James could find no better people to surround himself with as he pursued his academic and athletic goals.

One day while studying, a spark flew between Tanya and James. That spark became a flame and then an inferno of passion. It erupted in an explosion of kissing and heavy petting. After two intense minutes, they both caught themselves and stopped. Feelings were discussed and then temptation given into. For the second time Tanya visited James’ home but this time she wasn’t just dropping him off. This time she stayed. Her long visit did not go unnoticed by Bishop. He inquired with James about the nature of the young woman’s visit. James was forthright and truthful. He divulged the nature of Tanya’s visit to Ronald’s dismay. He was none too please to know that James had physical relations with that young lady under his roof.

Tanya left James’ home a little distraught and stressed because their encounter left a prophylactic hidden within her body. Many worries raced through her mind, disease, pregnancy, Walter finding out. She decided to look for it more carefully in the privacy of her own bathroom. She and James exchanged calls of concern that night then he made his way to Betty’s place. James needed to be with her to help him pretend things were normal. He hadn’t just been adulterous with a married woman.

The next morning he was up early embracing the newness of the day. Betty drove him to class and James kissed her passionately before they parted. After a day of classes he made his way home to the scene of his moral crime. After being home for less than an hour he was visited by two detectives. They asked him when last he saw or spoke to Tanya. James was deceptive because of the new nature of their relationship. The officers asked him to join them down at the police station so that they could ask him a few more questions. They still hadn’t told him what this was all about but he agreed to go with them nonetheless. He knew that he didn’t commit a crime and if he could clear anything up with a conversation he would. Anything, just as long as Tanya’s husband didn’t find out about them.

When they got him into an interrogation room they shocked him with graphic photos and details of the crime committed. James was shocked! He couldn’t believe it; Tanya was dead and he was a suspect! She had been found in the early hours in a wooded area off of Interstate-4. Her car was recovered on the shoulder of the road a quarter of a mile from the body. She had been stabbed over fifty times and left for dead. It seemed to be a crime of passion and maybe a sex crime. There were no items stolen from the vehicle or her purse. The condom was found and tested forcing James to come clean about being with Tanya.

When pressed he admitted to being intimate with Mrs. Pride that evening before she was murder. But, he had an alibi, Betty. She vouched for his whereabouts and the detectives found her to be very credible. Walter was investigated but he was with his study group that evening returning home around 11:00pm. He had a conversation with a neighbor when he arrived home and the same neighbor informed the police that he never saw Tanya’s car return home that night. The two best suspects both had been cleared and the authorities were getting frustrated. Then new information came in that shifted the case in a totally different direction.

A highway patrol officer reported seeing Tanya’s car the night of her murder on the side of the road. There was another car parked on the side of the road near Mrs. Pride’s car. The officer ran the tags but was called away to the scene of a fatal accident. He remembered as he was driving away the call came back. The vehicle was registered to a Ronald Meeks. When the detective got this news their ears perked up. Ronald was James’ landlord; why would he be in the area of Tanya’s car the night she was murdered?

When questioned Bishop stated that he attended a church service that night and had no idea about why his car was in that area. His sister Carol was also questioned about her brother’s whereabouts. The police inquired about the church service and she stated that she was there but never saw her brother. Bishop was confronted with this information and said that she must be mistaken. As far as his car being in that area, he aloud James to drive his vehicle from time to time.

James was back in the crosshairs of the police until they found Ronald Meeks DNA inside of Tanya’s car. Arrested, prosecuted and put on trial was Ronald Meeks for the murder of Tanya Pride. Prosecutors needed to find a motive for the killing. Love ad jealousy were the culprits. James explained that Bishop asked him strange questions and even propositioned him somewhat. He asked if James had ever let a man perform oral sex on him and how it felt no different. He disguised his come on as a lesson he wanted to teach. Then one day he out right offered James free rent for intimacy. James always let the comments roll off of him. He needed a place to live so he didn’t make a big deal about it.

Investigators dug deeper and learned that Mr. Meeks was the one sending Betty threats as well. There they had their motive. Ronald Meeks was in love with James and he was trying to eliminate any woman who came near him. People of the religious community tried to stand behind the man until all of the details of the case came out. Still they prayed for his soul but they could no longer publicly support a murderer who used their religion as a cloak disguising who he really was and his ill intentions.

Ronald Meeks aka Bishop was sentenced to life in prison with out the possibility of parole. Betty was happy that no harm had come to her of James. She was upset at James for having an affair with a married woman but forgave him. Without much effort James charmed her and their relationship returned to normal. Betty was just happy to have him all to herself.

Walter Pride however was torn. He was devastated by the loss of the woman he loved. Thoughts of how her life was lost haunted him; he wished that he could save her from the pain. Then another side of him was angry. He did all that he could to prepare a beautiful future for them both. He was diligent and committed to his marriage and his wife betrayed him. He wanted to ask her why but he was robbed of that opportunity by Ronald Meeks. So here he was left with his world torn in two, still mourning his wife’s marital mistakes.