I write this on the passing of a hero. I will attend the funeral of a cop killed in the line of duty. I knew him. I cross-examined him. I looked in his eyes as I tried to test the truthfulness of his testimony. And I would fail, because Schroeder was so honest and likeable and real that you knew every word he said was true. Take it from a magnolia freak: He was Officer Jim Kurring.
I saw him in court regularly and his demeanor never changed. He was never hassled, never angry, never self-interested. He was doing his job. And he did it with a disarming smile. Was he humble? Was he shy? Did he know how good he was? He, of course, suspected that he, himself, was a hero, but would probably insist it was all in a day's work.
I grieve for a child that will not know him, and his wife, his family. But that grief must surely be tempered with the joy in the knowledge that your father was a hero, your husband was a hero, your son was a hero, your brother was a hero.
You will carry that with you always, and so will we.
I saw him in court regularly and his demeanor never changed. He was never hassled, never angry, never self-interested. He was doing his job. And he did it with a disarming smile. Was he humble? Was he shy? Did he know how good he was? He, of course, suspected that he, himself, was a hero, but would probably insist it was all in a day's work.
I grieve for a child that will not know him, and his wife, his family. But that grief must surely be tempered with the joy in the knowledge that your father was a hero, your husband was a hero, your son was a hero, your brother was a hero.
You will carry that with you always, and so will we.
eyesofatragedy:
i wanted to get some new books.. Ellis- American Psycho, and JP Sartre - Being and Nothingness, ill check out the book you recomended too 
thankies
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