There have been times when I've been asked what word describes my friend Nick, and 9 times out of 10 it was this word. However, after tonight I have to start thinking of a new one. If Nick would've told me that he was driving down the freeway at night and saw a lady that needed some help with a flat tire, and he helped her off the freeway and changed her tire, (Trust me his story would have been much more dramatic) I would have figured he was trying to make himself sound like the hero and the good guy. (I say this because..., well I'll leave that story for another post.) Anyways, it turns out he's not as bad as all his ex-girlfriends say he his. There was a lady with a flat tire, and needed some help. Me, being the eyes of the freeway here at work, was working when he called me and asked if this car he just passed was still there, I told him it was and he turnred around and helped her out. I figured the least I could do was take this picture with the freeway camera, so he could have some proof that he really isn't as thoughtless as many would think.
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You see Kerry, I can deal with the bullets, and the bombs, and the blood. I don't want money, and I don't want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that ridicules sweatshirt and with your Harvard mouth extend me some damn courtesy. I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for my ex girlfriends, and you curse the dangerous life that I live. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth of my life because deep down in places you don't talk about at your “fresh” parties, you want me on that highway, you need me on that highway. I use words like honor, code, loyalty. I use these words as the backbone of a life spent saving people. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of safety that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a jack and a wrench, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Nick all I have to say is that you lied to me.
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