By Taibhrigh


Note: I guess this fits "A snippet/scene you've saved that just never wanted to go anywhere?" as it was written but never posted because I thought it lost it's main focus...not sure it had one. Plus, it's written in first person, not something I'm use to doing. The snippet is complete though.


I look around the busy room that now felt like home. Has it been so long ago that I was an outsider here? Did I make the right choice that day?

I've made several choices before I even walked into this building that impacted me just as much as the ones since that day. Not all of them were easy, some of them I didn't even think through before I was just jumping into the fire. I vaguely remember running, pushing, falling to the ground before the feeling of a large truck passed over my head. And, that was just among the first. I must have been out of my mind.

I made choices that lost me a home, friends, a job, my PhD., and at one point my very life and maybe even my sanity. But it never lost me *my* integrity or my honor.

We all make choices. Some good, some not so good. But, my choices are mine to make and mine to live with.

"Sandburg! My office now, detective!" my captain bellows from his office door.

That's it I decide. No more sushi for lunch, puts me in too much of a philosophical mood for the rest of the day.

"And where's your partner?" I hear Simon ask as I approach his office.

"Vending machine," I answer.

"You're letting him eat something out of the vending machine?" he asks.

I shrug. "Hey man, his choice."


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