Years ago, in the middle of a dangerous arrest, I was shot on duty by friendly fire. My partner who shot me was also my supervisor. He lied to cover his ass and it sent me spiraling.
I ended up tracing my lineage to 910 A.D. when my ancestors were members of Viking clans.
After William's death, my family joined raiding forces to fight harsh English rule. They were relentless, and ruthless.
But, getting shot that day, while serving my community...I finally "measured up".