"Anyone there?" the Minister called out.
Nevertheless, there was only silence.
Minister Mike pondered, Wonderful!
Did someone hear my meekness?
Hopefully no one from the New Oasis delegation, God willing.
She had crept under the window frame, once the squeak was heard. She leaned against the bathroom wall as her breathing slowed, especially when she heard the Minister shouting if anyone was there. Nevertheless, she heard …show more content…
The Minister knew he had lost control of the situation with Rami and his brother. Minister Mike was not accustomed to this, except for one other time in his past.
He thought of his sermon about The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth, which seemed pathetic as Mike 's replayed in his mind a decade earlier when the VA Doctor hurriedly prescribing antidepressants for his PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) without consulting him of the possible side effects.
Even though it had been nearly twelve years ago, his recollection was vivid as it had occurred yesterday. Marine Montgomery had just returned home to Houston finishing his third tour of duty, when he sat in the backseat of the Ford F150 with his beer drunken gym buddies joking as the truck roared towards to a remote hunting cabin in the outskirts. His buddies had hoped this weekend would change is attitude, which became increasingly irritable. They had heard the rumors of BodyCrunch management contemplating firing Mike on the coming Monday.
Mumbling to himself in nonsense, an inebriated Montgomery sat in the backseat corner, when his nearby buddy jabbed him with a …show more content…
The former Marine was having flashbacks of the horrifying gun battle in Fallujah, which triggered Michael to punch his buddy nearly unconscious, and to grab his hunting rifle. The rifle discharged a single round that penetrated the driver 's back skull. As the blood oozed down his neck, the truck veered off the country lane and flipped over three times before slamming into a tree as it snapped the truck bed from its cab, hence ejecting Michael from the backseat.
Montgomery was airlifted to the nearest Trauma Center, as his three buddies lay dead inside the twisted steel and broken glass carnage of what had been an unrecognizable Ford F150.
Luckily, an influential client of Michael 's at BodyCrunch settled the case out-of-court for an undisclosed amount. Each of the grieving families signed a non-disclosure agreement, and the documents were permanently sealed. The Attorney, Victor Kruger, smiled with satisfaction, as Michael agreed to discretely attend Narcotics Anonymous. Victor Kruger knew that Michael would be beholden to him, it was the perfect win-win for newly elected Senator from