Imagine this scenario:
You are sitting at home enjoying dinner with your family when a knock comes on the door. No, it's not two missionaries preaching the gospel of love... It's two detectives from the local police department preaching a gospel of warrants and arrest. They show you a warrant, ask you to turn around. As they tighten the handcuffs on your wrists, you hear them deliver the Miranda warnings in a relaxed monotone and naming some crime they think you committed. The only thing is, you have no idea what they are talking about...
You are now looking back into the house as the cuffs are tightened and you see your wife standing in the doorway of the kitchen asking, "what's going on?..." the look on here face is terrified. Your kids are huddling into the doorway to see what the commotion is, looking up at you with questioning eyes. You never wanted them to see you like this.
Now, you are led down the stairs and across your front yard. Neighbors are coming out of their houses to see what all the comotion is. Yes, there's a squad car parked in front of your house with lights flashing, reflecting up and down your quiet suburban street. Your boss, who lives down the street from you, is standing on his porch, watching the whole thing. Your Priest, who also lives on the street and presides over the church where you volunteer on the weekends also watches. Everyone you know sees your shame and humiliation.
You are sitting at home enjoying dinner with your family when a knock comes on the door. No, it's not two missionaries preaching the gospel of love... It's two detectives from the local police department preaching a gospel of warrants and arrest. They show you a warrant, ask you to turn around. As they tighten the handcuffs on your wrists, you hear them deliver the Miranda warnings in a relaxed monotone and naming some crime they think you committed. The only thing is, you have no idea what they are talking about...
You are now looking back into the house as the cuffs are tightened and you see your wife standing in the doorway of the kitchen asking, "what's going on?..." the look on here face is terrified. Your kids are huddling into the doorway to see what the commotion is, looking up at you with questioning eyes. You never wanted them to see you like this.
Now, you are led down the stairs and across your front yard. Neighbors are coming out of their houses to see what all the comotion is. Yes, there's a squad car parked in front of your house with lights flashing, reflecting up and down your quiet suburban street. Your boss, who lives down the street from you, is standing on his porch, watching the whole thing. Your Priest, who also lives on the street and presides over the church where you volunteer on the weekends also watches. Everyone you know sees your shame and humiliation.
The worst of it all... you haven't done anything.
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