Hot Masseuse As I went through my routine, I looked back on my life. I had planned to be a cop, like every other male of my family. Then 9/11 happened, and in a patriotic fervor, I joined the Navy and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job and my police recruiter had promised me that I would be given preferred treatment when my enlistment was over. Then one night my life was destroyed when I took an arrow to the knee, Literally.
Hot Masseuse I was only a few months from my discharge date when I responded to a radio report of unknown trouble. I was the first to arrive on the scene and as I got out of the patrol car to investigate, I was shot in the left knee with a bolt from a crossbow. I drew my Colt 1911 and fired six rounds, killing my attacker. The investigation revealed that an intoxicated seaman recruit had acquired a crossbow and was using it to rob sailors. I spent the last bit of my enlistment in a Naval Hospital recovery unit, doing physical therapy. Before I was dicharged from the Navy I tried to reenlist in the Naval Reserve, but But BuPers refused my reenlistment due to my bad knee. NavMed refused to give me a disability rating. Too hurt to serve, but not hurt enough to get treatment. Go figure. Hot Masseuse
Hot Masseuse Once I had my DD214, I returned to my home town and called my police recruiter, to make arrangements to attend the academy. After a long and drawn-out review of my medical records and several physical exams, I was politely informed that I would not be hired due to the ‘severe and long-lasting effects of the penetrating trauma to the subject’s patella.’
Hot Masseuse I applied for all kinds of waivers for every municipal police department, county sheriff’s office, and four different state police agencies. I’d even applied to NCIS, but none of them would consider someone with a bad knee. As a last resort, I applied for a waiver to reenlist in the Navy, which was denied. I had no idea what to do with my life.
Hot Masseuse Eventually, I took a job as a security guard, just to get out of the house and make some money, while I tried to figure out what to do with my life. I was assigned to work in an upscale condo in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within months I was made the shift supervisor and shortly thereafter, I was promoted to site supervisor.
