Choose wisely

It seems, when I think about it, that I try to emulate him now when I go on calls. I think that I channel the slight condescension during interrogations, the calm steady way of fact gathering, methodical, organized. In a rush for no one. Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast they'd tell us at the academy. He is the example, personified.

I think about when we were in the jail trying to get information out of a pill addict. I was at first shocked at how rude he was, a part of his personality I hadn't seen up to that point. Now it makes sense (I still have to lose some of the baby fat). All the suggestions, the different ways of doing things, the questions, the motives. When we were on the side of the highway, walking up to the stopped car, and he looks at me and tells me which way to go if he yells "jump". All the hours spent imparting knowledge, with the occasional corny as hell joke.

I will be lonely when it's over!

But I am ridiculously lucky. As if now I could ever deny His existence, after all of these tiny little miracles.