I am a retired Detective Lieutenant with over twenty-eight years of experience. My writing interests range from stories of motivation, personal sacrifices to personal accounts of those involved in crime.
Hannah's Cottage As I looked out from our kitchen window, I saw the rain had stopped, and the clouds had begun to make way for the sun. The tea kettle began to whistle just as I finished buttering my cinnamon muffin. Sitting next to me, waiting for any crumbs to fall, was my little girl Kerry, our chocolate lab. "Sorry, girl, no crumbs today. You know your mom has been on me about my messes in the kitchen." Her tail started wagging, and she gazed at me with those big brown eyes. "You are just like your mother. I cannot say no to her either when she looks at me with her deep blue eyes." "What's this I hear, Peter? Seems to me you have said no to me many times over our fifty years of wedded bliss." "Kerry, it looks like I am in a bit of trouble."
Fate Brought Us Together
There I stood, next to a Celtic Priest, surrounded by family in the great hall of an Irish castle. Waiting for my princess bride to climb the stone steps and walk through the archway so we could be wed.
The Four hundred Dollar GI Joe
Let me start by saying I am a sixty-six-year-old male. That is still a ten-year-old at heart. Growing up, all of my friends and I had GI Joe action figures. Apparently, the manufacturer knew boys would not want to call their GI Joe's dolls. We had a hard time arguing with our friend's sisters that they were not "dolls." They were "action figures."
Maybe It's Fate?
I sat on the edge of my bed, tightly clutching a picture of my wife. Tears began slowly running down my cheeks, I started to sob. Hannah was my world, the only love I had ever known. It was eight years earlier that very night, she gave me one last kiss and softly whispered in my ear, "I love you." Hannah closed her eyes as I held her tightly in my arms. I felt her life slipping away from me. Her fierce and long battle with cancer was finally over. Our Hannah would no longer suffer. For that, I gave thanks. But for our children and myself, the pain and suffering of her loss would always be with us. As I stared at her picture, my heart ached, and the tears flowed like a river down my face. My sobbing became uncontrollable. Although eight years had passed. The pain of her loss had not eased for me.
I Can Do It
I was a volunteer with St. Vincent de Paul in Phoenix, Arizona, for several years before recently moving. They are a charitable organization located in Phoenix and throughout the United States and other parts of the world. St. Vincent de Paul provides food, financial assistance, and other forms of help to those in need.
The power of faith and true belief
Terry Anderson was a sixteen-year-old hockey player and our son's best friend and teammate. During a hockey game in 2016, he tripped and fell awkwardly headfirst into the boards while going for the puck behind his goal. The referee immediately stopped play and skated over to Terry, who lay motionless on the ice. The referee immediately yelled for medical help. Players from both teams gathered around Terry, feeling helpless, knowing all they could do was offer him words of encouragement. Everyone in the arena stood shocked at the sight of Terry lying there motionless. Every Person was waiting for some sign that he was okay. Terry's father was brought on the ice as paramedics arrived. For almost twenty minutes, there was not a sound in the arena other than soft whispers and prayers. With great care for Terry, the paramedics placed him on a backboard and lifted him onto a stretcher. The silence in the arena was broken when Terry motioned with his right hand, his attempt to let everyone know he was okay. The arena erupted with a roar of cheers. Players on both teams accompanying Terry, as he was taken from the ice, banged their hockey sticks on the ice to salute their teammate and competitor.