I was a witness at the trial of the man accused of shooting the ex-girlfriend, a young woman who went to the hospital with a broken jaw, and the former girlfriend’s mother.
He was charged with murder and possession of a weapon for the purpose of unlawful use.
In the cross-examination, the woman testified that she was not at the hospital, and I asked her if she could identify the nurse who had helped her and how long she had been there.
The woman told me she didn’t know who that was.
The prosecutor asked her why she didn´t say anything, but she said, ‘Because I didn´ t want him to get away with it.’
He was convicted of murder and received life in prison.
I went home and cried for a long time.
My mother told me about the trial and said, “It was like a nightmare for you.”
In the next trial, my lawyer asked her about her testimony, and she told him that she couldn´t remember anything.
Then she went home to her husband, who had a job and no children.
She told him about the shooting, and he told me that it was the first time she had ever heard her mother talk about it.
When she heard about the testimony, she told me, “She was very upset, but I didnít care.
I was just trying to make her feel better.
I didn’t care that she didní t remember.
That was just what I needed to do.
I went home.”
I wanted to know if she was going to tell the truth, because I had done my job, and if she told the truth I would have been glad for it.
The next trial involved a man who shot his wife and three children, then himself.
He had killed the woman and her two children, and then he shot himself, but he survived.
He told his wife that he wanted to be the one who did it, and it was only his job.
She testified that he did it for the same reason he did everything else in his life: to kill.
The next trial was against a man accused, by his own admission, of killing his wife.
My lawyer, who is an expert witness, asked him why he didn´te tell the police the truth.
He said, “Because I wasn’t going to lose it.”
He went home, took his guns and went to bed.
When he woke up the next morning, he shot his own wife and the children, killed himself, and went on to commit another crime.
That was a very difficult trial.
I thought it was a waste of time because you were just wasting your time.
He is a very good man, and a very intelligent man.
I had a great trial.
But in this trial, I was the only witness, and they brought the case against me and brought the charges against me.
The judge made me look like a coward, a bad witness, a liar.
And my defense was that he is the victim of a terrible crime.
The only thing I got out of that was the satisfaction of being able to defend myself.
After I was sentenced to death, I went back to my parents.
They said, You don´t know what you are going to do in the future, but you should be prepared.
I did not have any idea what the future held.
I felt like I was on a mission to find the person who killed my mother.
That´s the one thing that I remember from that trial: That I was prepared.
For the next six years, I worked in the office of my father, who was in prison and who had an addiction problem.
I would be at home watching TV, reading, and watching movies.
I also was working on my degree, so I was getting paid to study.
But that´s not what mattered to me.
What mattered was the trial.
It was like I had no choice.
I could not leave my house and go to the grocery store.
If I did, I could get caught.
It would be hard to get my degree.
I needed a job, but my parents said that they did not want me to get a job.
I worked at the police department for three years, then the trial ended and I went to a community college to get an M.A. degree.
As a police officer, I had an obligation to help protect the public.
I saw my job as protecting people, but also protecting themselves.
I have learned a lot from my experience, and so I have gone on to become a prosecutor and a police lieutenant in the City of Richmond, Virginia.