Personal Preferences vs. Good Sportsmanship

competitive marksmanshipToday is my son’s birthday, giving birth to him on August 30, 1985 He does not talk to me anymore and I do not know why. From my position, I call it total disrespect, bad form and bad manners. Inside, I ache. I miss my son. On August 30, 2008, the government formally retired me on a medical disability retirement. My managers so disdained my shooting skills, they deigned to assign me, in between shooting seasons, where I was most likely to injure. And I did. Again and again and again. I ache inside and outside. From my position, it looked very pointed and well organized: they really did not like the Little Woman who could shoot.Their lack of professionalism and absence of general good sportsmanship nearly killed me. Whether family, friend, neighbor, stranger, boss, coworker, the people of our lives will disappoint and shock us, they will betray and surprise us, both purposefully and unintentionally. If there is anything I have learned it is to walk through these phases with grace and aplomb. Bitterness and poor sportsmanship serves nothing. But, sincerity stands as an admirable role model. I did not fight for my job with the government, fight for my place on my pistol team, fight for decency in raising my son for nothing. Number one, it exploded from my soul to carry on this way, but, number two, others watched me as their role model. How do I know this? Over time, the friends, neighbors, family members (those who speak to me), coworkers, bosses (retired), revealed to me they counted on me, watched me, copied me. Those revelations keep me going. Happy Birthday, Son. Love, Mother

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"I worked as a Federal Law Enforcement Officer for over 14 years, in a firearms carrying capacity. First assigned to LAX (1994), then to the Los Angeles/ Long Beach Seaport (1997-2007), I took an early retirement from my final duty station of El Paso, TX (2007-2008). Never having handled firearms prior to this job, I give full credit for my initial shooting lessons and safe firearms handling skills to the government. As I began to compete, I gleaned tips and coaching lessons from the best law enforcement instructors across the nation, turning myself into one of the best, too. I was a firearms instructor in Los Angeles and a national level competitor on a formally sponsored team from 1999 through 2003, being sent all over the nation for pistol match competitions. As a result of this gift of an experience, I went on to set five national records in the law enforcement shooting sports. Check in regularly to read about those and other adventures and misadventures!"
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