The day after I came back from Kenya, I am thinking I was experiencing severe reverse culture shock, or like a missionary's version of PTSD, and I caught someone doing something at our church and felt it a good enough reason to pay a visit to the local police precinct. Well as God would have it, the detective I talked to turned out to be the detective who was handling my background investigation when I applied for the NPD so many years ago. I tried to jog her memory but she could not remember me. In fact I would not have placed her face had I not remembered her name. It was her name that stuck with me all these years. One tough chick! Just so happens that I wrote about my experience back then and seemed to make it a favorite of mine on Walking Daily with the Lord: I Dreamt I was a Police Officer.
I thought about blogging about this when it happened the other week ago, but never got around to it. Don't think I would have even bothered with it now had I not thought about hitting on that old favorite link just the few minutes ago.
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