Somewhat recent, part 1 of 3. How life inflicts wounds and changes...
The early days of my path into private security. Things were in a grey zone legally and i had yet to figure out my path and make the right connections and skills, but atleast i was getting paid. I am looking for and hope to share a picture that is more than 12 years old, a moment that made me choose the path of private security. I was working at a nightclub and a drunk customer smashed me more than once with a glass in my face causing a great deal of blood, but i was calm and used my skills to take the person down and restrain them untill police arrived. The lack of fear and , to be honest, exhillleartion... pushed me to another path in life. That of private security. With two attempts on my life,knife wounds and bullet wounds i paid a heavy price looking back today.. but i am uncertain if i would have chosen a different path. It is a path i still walk.. and i find it comforting. I am good at what i do,and i do it well. What more can one ask for,when shouting at the void for a purpose in life?
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