***Why Did This Happen?***
All Because I Am A Marine
While driving down the street I was hit head on by
another car. A little dazed I get out the car to check
the damage. I walked away from the car to get out
of harm’s way and to make a phone call but I am
stopped by a police officer who for some reason thinks
I am trying to run away.
Next thing I know, I’m in handcuffs that are too small for
my wrists. I’m then escorted to the police car and placed
in the car.
The police officer goes through my ID and sees that I am
a Marine. He turns to me and makes the statement: “Oh
you are a Marine, you think you’re a tough guy.” Next thing
I know, I’m tazed. I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m fighting for
air now. My reflex after being tazed causes me to kick.
Oh no, I just kicked the window out of the police car but you
know what, I can now breathe again. Why was I tazed? And
what happened to the man who hit may car? After all, he
was the one under the influence not me. Is he free while I
sit here in jail? Where is he? I WONDER.
Copyright 2006 Florence Jean Wiggins
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