Bitter 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
There could not have been a sweeter deal than being given the chance to see the country and get paid to do so. I had the opportunity to visit just about every major city and national landmark. The Grand Canyon looks nothing like the scenes I have seen so many times on television. It has beautiful white stone that stretches for miles and miles across the deserts of Arizona. Gazing at the choppy waters while crossing the Golden Gate Bridge is a vision that never leaves my mind. I could have made post cards from the picturesque view of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I cannot say enough about Las Vegas. All I can think of is approaching the city. Just as I passed through Hoover Dam, still thirty miles away, I could see the lights of beautiful downtown Las Vegas. For thirty minutes I wondered if the city was as exciting as the approach. It was. The years I spent with Transcor America Inc. were instrumental in who I am today. I learned to be tolerant of others' feelings. I am more open to endeavor new things. I have learned to give people a chance to prove to me who they are before I pass judgment on them. I also gained the knowledge in maintaining a working relationship with people regardless of their beliefs. I appreciate the little things in life, like the beauty of the sun setting on the plains, and the moonlight glistening in the snow of the mountains. The rewards of the position outweigh the downside and, the experience at times c
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