When Time Stands Still

Prologue

Nobody really stops and thinks about life. How it is always going, non-stop. How everyone else around them has a completely different life compared to your own. You look around and judge other people by the way they act, how they talk, the way they dress, but you don't think about why they are like that.

This man here, in the middle of New York City, the man in the trench coat with cigars in his right pocket, a wallet in his left, and a gun holstered at his waist, though hidden, but is still there. He wears a black suit with a white undershirt and a black tie. His hat, oh that cowboy hat, that one hat that his wife keeps telling him to get rid of, but he always refuses. She doesn't know why, but it is because it was his father's hat. That same father that died in a car crash heading to his son's graduation. He has many secrets, some are still yet to be uncovered.

Those who look at that man, think that he is a criminal, but they don't know his life. They don't know that he wakes up everyday just to wake up his wife to tell her that he loves her, before he goes to work. They don't know that he is a police officer and a war veteran. They just judge him, because of how he looks, talks, and acts. Sure, he maybe shady. But, he has his own life which he flows through and deals with whatever obstacles come his way.

His life is like everyone else's, but so similar with slight differences at the same time. Is your life any better then his? Possibly, and maybe not. You could be good friends with this man. But, if you don't know this man, don't judge him, or others, until you look deeper into them and their life.