When I was a rookie state trooper at the age of 24, I had to knock on a door at 2am and awaken a mother and father, just to tell them that their son, also 24, had been killed in an automobile accident. Naturally, they were distraught. I stayed in their home and answered their many questions and attempted to comfort them as best I could until family members arrived. At the mere age of 24, I was not ready for that moment and I have spent the following 23 years secure in the notion that those 9- minutes would be the most agonizing and uncomfortable 90 minutes of my life.
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I was wrong. That night in 1995 will forever finish a distant second to the time I watched Holmes & Watson.
