Common Wealth Essay -> "Now, When i was your age..."

"Now, when I was your age, I was just as ambitious as you are right now." Dad said to me as he was sending me to school. I love my dad the most, he's always kind and helpful towards me. And most of all, He was a cop and I'm real glad that he is here to tell me about it. "Being a policeman is not as easy as you think, it may look fun for you but imagine the danger that you will face...just like what happened to me...." He left his sentence hanging in the air with a moment of suspense. I tilted my eyebrows and listened much more attentively. " When I was a cop, i was given easier cases to handle, like receiving complains and solving them. Riots were often seen just by the streets. One of my cases which i will never forget is how i got this scar at the back of me.."

Yes, I have seen dad's scar at the back of his body. A deep and stitched line made its way from the spine to the bottom. I gave a twisted lip and then he continued" I was a guard on duty for my department and i was working overnight. And... I was alone. Armed with only a gun, baton and a handcuff, i rested my neck on to the back rest of the chair. Suddenly, A man holding a beer bottle emerged from the darkness of the night. I peered through the window from my guard house and squeezed my eyes to see the man approaching. I leaved my guard house and walked towards him. He was tipsy and seemed to be talking in a slubberish langguage. "Sir, what are you doing so late at this hour?", he replied in a dull voice "Who are you to question me around, I am free to go anywhere i desire to go to! I don't need you here!". I was shocked and didn't know what to reply. But one thing I knew, that bottle can be a dangerous weapon.

I started to talk to him and try to lure his attention away from the beer bottle. But each time, he was more repulsive than before. Suddenly, he let out a Deep, angry tone " I don't need a policeman to help me! This is my house! Look, i can come here anytime i want to! You get out of my house now!" The situation was bizarre and time was of an essence, one wrong move can agitate him and can very well put my life at risk. I walked closer to him and at that moment, He raised the beer bottle and hit it against the table. Fragments of shiny glass reflected the moon light as it scattered onto the ground. Shards of glass were on the floor and i felt stinging pain as cuts stinged my skin. I immediately took out my revolver and keep his distance away. He held the bottle higher, fear gripped me as if i was entangled to the roots of it. He rushed at me and twisted my body away from it. I heard my shirt torn but that didn't matter anymore than the current situation. I shot him at his leg and he screamed in agony. A moment of silence fell as time frozed in its track. Sirens slowly grew louder and louder as ambulances arrived at the scene.

I felt my lips were pale and i was feeling cold. As i tilted my head towards the ground, i saw blood trickling down my leg, at the same time entangled by the leg hair. A kind man rushed to me and i saw his face, frightened and speechless"Your back.. Its... Its...badly wounded.." I saw a pool of blood on the ground where the blood lead to. My limbs grew weaker and slowly, i swifted left and right, my body was getting lighter and lighter, ending off with a slight tud.........

When i woke up, I was facing a fan on the ceiling. The unfortunate events were recollected slowly into my mind. I felt my back stiff. i looked at the mirror... my back was stitched and the cut was...... horrible." Dad ended off with a slight sniff from the nose. I was engrossed into what i just heard, slowly collecting the events and imagining how it happened. The school was nearing and i got ready to leave, at the same time reflecting on that event....