Paul pleaded with Mr Bill to visit he’s house for an important discussion. he’s very good friend, they have know each other from childhood, Mr bill was surprised because Paul hasn’t invited him in such manner, he assured him that he will come after work. “Mr bill is a senior police officer, a very dedicated one at that. He’s a professional officer who responds to threats, emergencies, he has helped to keep criminals off the street, and work to protect citizens and their communities from harm. This job is not easy and there are many capabilities beyond strength and bravery that officers must possess to be great at what they do.“He has honed skills in emergency response, decision making , public communication, ethics and empathy. he is also truthful and knows when black is black and white is white, a very sincere officer at that.“Cindy hardly sleep these days, she is now a shadow of herself, thinking it’s eating her up. “How she going to ask for people that donated that they shoul
Mr bill has begin investigation with the little infor he has got. He has deployed he’s boys to watch the going out and coming in of Rick. “ Rick got no idea that he’s being monitored, and the kidnappers as well never knew that police has very involved, because it’s been tackled on the low to avoid Mr Gerard and daughter not to harmed. And also it shouldn’t be published till Gerard and Kayla is being rescued. “The kidnappers called on Cindy ,” And she told them that the money is complete,how is she going to deliver the montane who’s going to do that, the location and time. The kidnappers told her that they will reach out to her in the morning, they need to confirm she didn’t involve the police. Cindy with all boldness told them that since the incident she has not gone to police not to talk more of involving them. “ you will hear from us tomorrow morning. hangs up the phone.The following morning as early as 6:30 am they called and give the location at which she is goi to drop the mone
A few years after Rick was given the life sentence. Write a poem for Rick. It could have been his very first poem. He wondered about the hue of his heart, the hue of his words when he sang aloud, the hue of the sky, the hue of the raindrops, and the hue of his need for someone to hold him. He couldn't hold his children, He missed lacing their shoes and wiping their tears, and he was aware that the only way he would ever see them again was to plead with his brother in some way. after second-guessing whether to hire a lawyer. Since his pleadings to his brother are ignored, He's significant other additionally never ask nor care to beware of him, none of he's companions request from him.Truly he did lamented he's activities and presently there believe he should spoil in jail. To tamper with justice and show mercy, he has written so many letters to his brother Gerard. He has unquestionably absorbed his lessons.Rick took a job at the prison's license plate factory in the inking department
Isn’t it beautiful how love and destiny orchestrate their little song-and-dance? Cindy had just completed her master’s degree and had returned to her native Germany from Copenhagen only to found out that all her peers had automatically adopted the mindset of being grown-ups and were systematically embarking on the sensible path of getting jobs, building up their careers and earning money.Why Cindy on the other hand, had opted for a volunteering job at an NGO, which is something most people do when they are a little bit younger, perhaps fresh out of college. And even stranger, out of all the options available, she'd applied for opportunities in Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan or Georgia, the one in Europe, in that order of preference. She would be gone for a whole year.Her choice of opting for those places was not at all rational and she have no idea why put that region on her radar in the first place other than perhaps curiosity about little known post-soviet era countries.She would be ste
Gerard awakening was not so subtle. It was about two and a half years ago when he was living in Lebanon, he’s home town. He was on his laptop studying when his friend Fabian dropped by one evening. There were having coffee and chit chatting about his girlfriend, his friends and his life in France. He was finishing up on his computer when suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, a voice popped right into his head and asked, “What are you doing here? What the hell are you doing here?”He sat there casually carrying on his conversation with Fabian as he quietly responded to this fantom voice in his head, he’s about to finish his degree in business and management. He also just finished his studies in psychology and he’s working while preparing to go to the UK for his masters degree… And what the hell?!” But there it was again the same voice, the same question, “What the hell are you doing here?”He had been meditating regularly for about five years at that point so his senses were rather o
He volunteered in a dog shelter in Turkey for a month and had a short relationship there where he experienced cohabitation for the first time in his life. He’s soul was asking more questions and the universe was giving him the opportunity to discover the answers within himself . He was able to look at things in an unorthodox light and this enabled him to learn a lot from that experience. His time in Turkey was coming to an end and his aim was to do Vipassana, a ten day silent meditation retreat, which was taking place in Armenia in May, about a month later. He actually had many other reasons to go to Armenia besides this retreat. His roots are Armenian and he had been playing with the idea of setting up an eco-village one day which was one of the main reasons that he had started volunteering in eco-villages in the first place and he had people who could help him if he was to do this there. Plus, it’s a great communist country and also very affordable. Anything was possible!Meanw
Cindy meanwhile, was done catching up with her acquaintance and was feeling quite drained. It was now well into the evening and heading home and getting some rest was really enticing. The only thing holding her tired feet back from heading that way was her friend Evelyn’s photo walk event which was taking place that night. She was really not feeling up to going for many reasons: It’d been a really long day, she didn’t have her camera with her, except for the one on her phone, it was already dark, She didn’t feel like walking, and, perhaps more importantly, She wasn’t in the brightest of moods… Should She just go home? Or should She head to the photo walk?Gerard Just around that time, he would have been browsing Facebook. He had already clicked ‘interested’ on Facebook for Evelyn’s photo walk event before so it had popped up again on his notifications. It was around half past eight or a quarter to nine, and he was questioning whether he really wanted to quickly pull himself togethe
Gerard opened up so fully, so deeply that it caught Cindy off guard. She would never have thought someone she just met would open up this way and go this deep.He had told her about his ideals, about living a moneyless life and how he’d sometimes had to sleep in his tent because of his beliefs. That was what floored her the honesty in it, the truthfulness, being so straightforward and not disguising any part of his experience, admitting what he’d been going through, especially the part about having to be without a roof over his head sometimes. Cindy was trying to digest everything.When you take the decision to step away from the system and live moneyless, you have to be ready to walk the talk and accept all the things that might come with that. Life won’t be so kind and easy on you and you need to face reality and accept it. No one will come to you and say here are a hundred bucks, you have to be realistic.Cindy thought to herself It was not just the openness and the story itself, i