Bitter and Sweet
While in search of a meaningful career, I have had many jobs that have left everlasting memories in my mind. I spent about two years transporting physically and mentally challenged children back and forth to school. None of these children could walk or talk, and some were blind. I have worked as a construction site laborer: mixing mud, shoveling rocks, and carrying bricks in 90 degree plus temperatures. As a police officer, I risked my life day in and day out; getting shot at, chasing stolen cars, and trying to apprehend suspected drug dealers. I was then employed as an Extradition Agent. This position would turn out to be the most life changing of them all. An Extradition Agent transports prisoners throughout the United States. This position would give me exposure to different people, places, and first hand knowledge of how the United States justice system operates. I can recall my first trip, a three-week west coast tour. I remember departing Nashville, TN in the early hours of the morning, wondering what was in store. I would spend the next 24 days with my partner Tony, a 35-year-old Caucasian male from Birmingham, Al., whom I did not know from a can of paint. At times I wondered if Tony poss
We would ride these people (prisoners), around the country for days, sometimes weeks at a time in an oversized tin can with a cage inside. I learned to be tolerant of others' feelings. However, they were treated the same as those who had been found guilty. All I can think of is approaching the city. I could have made post cards from the picturesque view of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. While in transit we would stop at various correctional facilities to house them so we could rest. The Grand Canyon looks nothing like the scenes I have seen so many times on television. However, I believe some of the searches were completed to humiliate and degrade these human beings. A good portion of the inmates I transported had not been tried; therefore, they were still innocent. I had the opportunity to visit just about every major city and national landmark. It has beautiful white stone that stretches for miles and miles across the deserts of Arizona. There could not have been a sweeter deal than being given the chance to see the country and get paid to do so. Just as I passed through Hoover Dam, still thirty miles away, I could see the lights of beautiful downtown Las Vegas. I fully understood securities for some facilities.
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