My policeman is not my own, but he is my mentor, my hero.
I’m proud of my man, he is.
He never says no to me.
He’s not even worried about the money he gets for his job.
He doesn’t have a car and he doesn’t drive.
I love him.
He is my brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, my best friend, and the best friend I’ve ever known.
I have no problems with him.
He is the one who always has my back.
He gives me his back.
That is why I want to make my book.
And this is what he is asking for.
He wants to know, “What is it like being a policeman in the United States?
What are the difficulties and challenges you have faced as a policeman?”
The answers are not always simple.
I will tell you what the toughest and most difficult things were for me to deal with as a police officer in the U.S. I was arrested four times in my career, twice by the same man.
When I was hired to patrol my neighborhood, the man who called himself “Big Daddy” was my boss, and he threatened to shoot me in front of his two young children if I didn’t comply with his orders.
His daughter was also in the house.
That man, his name was Brian, was the one in charge of my life.
And I was scared.
I knew what he wanted.
He wanted me to keep quiet and keep to his plan of controlling my life so that he would get the job done.
I agreed to obey.
I told him, “You can do whatever you want to me.”
And I did what I was told.
After he was done, he took his own life.
I felt so scared.
So afraid.
I had to leave the neighborhood and go back to my own neighborhood, where I had been assigned for protection.
He wasn’t a violent man.
He was just a man who needed to keep control of his life.
My job as a cop was to protect people.
The only problem I had was that I didn�t have enough time to do it.
It was like a lot of things in the life of this police officer.
I did everything within my power to keep my job.
I tried to keep the peace, I kept the peace by using force, I tried my best to protect the innocent, and I tried everything I could to help them.
But I had no time.
He came to my home in a police car and put handcuffs on me.
I don’t know if it was the fear of what was happening or if it really was because I was a cop, but the handcuffs were too tight and he was not going to let me go.
I didn`t have time to think about that, so I was just standing there.
He put a knife on my neck and took me to the hospital.
I can still remember the look on his face.
He said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I need you to be quiet.
I need to talk to you and listen to you.
If you don�t talk, I`ll shoot you.
And if you don`t talk and talk, you don’t go to jail.
I just need you not to say anything to me, because I want you to know what is going on here.
And you have to be careful because if you talk, someone will shoot you.”
I had never been afraid to talk.
I never thought of that as an option.
I said, no.
He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into the ambulance.
I remember thinking, “He is taking me out of the street.”
It was so traumatic.
I couldn`t breathe, I couldn�t breathe.
I thought, I can’t breathe, and then I realized that I was alive.
He pulled my legs into the back of the ambulance, and it was just so painful.
I woke up in the hospital in a bed.
It took me two days to get out of that hospital.
When they opened me up, they took a blood sample.
It tested positive for a chemical called nitroglycerin.
And they found that I had a heart attack.
They put me on a ventilator and put me in the operating room.
I think it was three days before they figured out what the problem was.
They found a hole in my heart.
I got an X-ray, and my heart stopped beating.
I asked them what had happened.
They said that my heart had stopped beating and it had been taken out of my body.
They did a test on my heart, and they found the culprit: nitroglyphosate.
Nitroglycerine was one of the most dangerous chemicals in the world.
It is known to be toxic to the human body, especially the kidneys, and also to the
