The day i quit my job as a bartender and..
began my job working in private security. Taking my own esperience of the military and friends from Jaeger units to help me out, traveled to poland among other nations to recieve private military contractor training by ,among others,former members of GROM (in the west,nicknamed "The surgeons" or "The scalpel". It was several years before i developed connections in selling non civilian gear to people or regions otherwise sanctioned but not to the pont that i could not make private sales,even if it went to paramilitary units, police or whomever. Likewise in the following years i made myself known to most leaders of criminal gangs,and would often hire senior members when local festivities were held in order to discourage gang youth from interferring. I was learning,and becoming experienced. I Hired my old friend for several jobs,a veteteran of the swedish army jaeger battallion. Things were good. But i incurred knife wounds, two murder attempts and a gunshot wound...i survived all, and as for the two murder attempts i not only survived but injured my attacker far worse and they remain to this day in jail for one, and the other was found dead 3 days after his attempt on my life. Today i work mostly with consulting and providing others for physical services, it is rare that i make a personal appearance and i prefer to be wiorking in the shadows. I am not old, iam in my 30's. But by all accounts i should be dead. Twice i have been in hospital , clinicially dead...once for 10 minutes with my family gathered to say goodbye as i was unplugged from life sustainment. But not only did i wake up, The damage to my brain,or to put it bluntly,areas that had died, were taken over by other parts. Two weeks later i was home and well. I think that brain damage altered my personality and due to how rare my type of case was,the hospital wanted to scan my brain,the dead areas and whatever areas had taken over but i declined. I do not wish to know if i have changed over the years and how. I know that i have,i know that i awoke in that hospital a different man then when i first came in. Colder. Calmer. Reduced or lacking in emoathy and fear. This photo ,as old as it is , some 12 years maybe more, is what sent me on a new path in life. It was when i first discovered that my martial arts training,personaly and disposition were uniquely qualified for better work than bartending,and certainly as written, far more dangerous though i have never know fear.. and i suspect there are things wrong with my personality that make me uniquely qualified to do what i do.
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