When I was ten years old or so, my grandfather, who was a pastor, was driving us back from church when we came upon the churches organist standing in her yard calling for help. Granfather stopped the car, and I heard the lady shrieking for us to go to the basement to help her husband. I rushed down to the cellar door and looked in, discovering her husband sitting in a chair apparently deceased from a gunshot wound to the head. This incident, which was appalling to anyone, was …show more content…
A friend at church suggested I explore the opportunities in law enforcement, which I had previously espressed an interest in, and I did so, becoming a reserve officer with the local police department, then a deputy sheriff with the county, and and one point several years as a college campus police officer. I excelled in this field, and progressed through the ranks, eventually becoming a deputy with the county marshals office, where I was range master and firearms instructor. During the time I was working as a police officer, I was fortunate enough to enroll in training at a local hospital, where I earned a certification as a Phlebotomist, and worked per diem on my days off from the department, performing procedures in the laboratory, emergency rooms, geriatric and OB-GYN wings of the hospital. I very much enjoyed the work in and about the hospital, and wished to eventually complete my degree and certification in one of the healthcare fields, possibly