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He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
On 06-05-2016 at 1143 hours I was dispatched to 2525 Barron Road in reference to a subject in the road yelling. Upon my arrival in the area I located Danny Wilson in the back yard of 2525 Barron Road spraying himself with a water hose. Wilson was acting irate and appeared to be under the influence of narcotics. Wilson was asked multiple times what kind of drugs he had used and he advised marijuana and methamphetamine. Wilson was complaining it was extremely hot and was spraying himself with water and was advising people where chading him.
I´ve just got out of the ferry so that I can cross the river and John is acting happy, maybe because the Confederates haven´t caught us yet. I´m glad that I crossed the river too but maybe one day we might be caught. Willie and his friends are taking John and me over Locust Hill, to what he says, the Garretts farm. The Garretts turned out to be kind and let John stay at there house for the night while I join the soldiers to a nearby town.
Last Friday, I attended the Ole Miss vs. Tennessee game with my friends and our mothers. A couple of the girls on the floor of my dorm thought it would be a fun idea if we took our moms to an Ole Miss volleyball game, and then go out to dinner afterwards. I agreed with them, so we all decided to attend the game. Once we got there we sat down, and immediately our mothers clicked. My mother, my roommate’s mother, and my friend Morgan’s mother hit it off so well that we couldn’t get them to shut up!
SOURCE: On Sunday, January 3, 2016 at approximately 1900 hours, I received a telephone call from Sgt. John Sanzone, who told me there was a drive by shooting that had just occurred. Sgt. Sanzone assigned me as the CSI lead on this case.
After hours of calling and not getting responses, I start to try different things. One of the different things includes importantly moving. Previous to hunting, I scouted a few large oak trees where I was sure that there would be plentiful toms eating acorns that have fallen from the trees, so I make my way to one of them. The location I settle at is a narrow field about 5 acres long and an acre or 2 wide, with another thin tree line separating a swamp and the alfalfa field I'm in. I quickly spot out a good broken off tree crown from an oak that would surely hide me from being spotted by a tom.
I would like to take a moment to talk about the two most important and influential people in my life my parents Sabrina and Darren Hardnick. As I sat them down to talk to them about their past and their future I actually learned a lot more about them. It’s true when they say “you learn something new everyday”. Let’s start off with my mother Sabrina Hardnick, well let’s start when she was Sabrina McIntosh. February 14,1975 at Kaiser Hospital (no longer open) in Cleveland, Ohio Sabrina Lattice McIntosh was born.
The Punta Cana Vacation Have you ever had a vacation where your child does something horrible in public at a swimming pool? A vacation is when one or more people are gone for an extended period of time. When I was four years old me, my mother, my father, my grandpa, and my grandma went to Punta Cana to get away from the cold weather. It has been happening, ever since we left Illinois and Missouri. So, we boarded the plane and took off to Punta Cana, everyone was either taking a nap or watching a movie while the plane was moving.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
I grabbed my notebook and a pen and left. I opened the door and a warm gust of air struck my face. There was a heat wave right now, and everyone in Newtonville were either in the community pool or in their houses with the AC blasting. By the time I got to the old age home the sweat was dripping off my face and I just wanted to get this over with.
On December 17, 1903 Wilbur and Orville Wright made the first heavier than air flight at Kitty Hawk. At that time very few could imagine what this machine, capable of operating in third dimension, would be capable of doing. This flight added a new dimension to the twentieth century warfare that required a change in operational philosophy. In this context, airpower (AP) theorists worked to evolve effective employment concepts for AP. Giulio Douhet also known as the “father of air power”, has been one of the earlier writers on airpower and its uses in warfare.
Our family’s ability to adjust was going to be put to test. We faced the biggest challenge in our lives when we moved to the USA. It was very hard to leave our childhood life in Mexico, those years were priceless. We still carried in our minds those special memories of child naughtiness. We did not have toys to play with; instead we had animals to feed and to take care, those chickens, ducks, caws, sheep were very demanding.
After four sleepless nights, I told my mom I needed to go to the emergency room. She looked at me across the kitchen table, stared at me for a second, smiled, and then starting laughing. Prom season was right around the corner and my friends had already picked out their dresses, decided how to wear their hair and what nail color would be the perfect match. I on the other hand, was having a hard time finding the right colors to complement my very pale complexion.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
I just could not take it. I had to finally say to everyone “Don’t look at me”. That was probably the worst week of high school ever for me. I was a freshman and everyone who I passed in the hallway stared at me. How much worse could it
