Letter To My Younger Self
Dear Andy:
Hi. Guess what? You made it, you're on the force, you're a detective just like you always wanted to be. And if I may say so myself, you're a damn good detective, too. You're smart, the other guys respect you, you get the job done. Mom and Dad would be proud of you.
You're going to have a huge setback, though. You're going to be chasing the Numbers Killer, and he's going to one-up you, shock your ass with a tazer, and send you plodding off towards your colleagues with a gun duct taped to your hand and his mask on your face. You're going to take a rifle hit to the leg, and it's going to have to be amputated. Listen to me closely here: DON'T LOSE HOPE. Losing your leg is not the end of the universe. It will only stop you from being a cop if you let it. Get your ass out of your hospital bed and get fitted for a prosthesis as soon as the doctors will let you. Don't feel sorry for yourself, because that's just stupid. You're not any less human. You're still Andy Hollinsworth, and you're still a damn fine detective.
Stick with John Prudhomme. Yeah, he's a weird little loner-type, but you like him, and he's the best partner you'll ever have. Not to mention he puts up with your jokes, and not just anyone can do that.
When you're in the hospital, you're going to meet two of your neighbors from your apartment building. Allison Chapman and Joey Cavenaugh. Joey is going to be the love of your entire life. Quit being a player, latch on to her, and don't let her go. (And do Allison a favor and tell her not to bother making eyes at your surgeon.)
It's going to be tough there for you for a little while, but just dig in and pull through like you always do. You'll come out on the other side with a beautiful wife and soulmate and even better, you'll be back on the force doing what you were meant to do with your life. The sun always comes out tomorrow, and all that. Pretty much.
Sincerely,
Detective Andrew Hollinsworth
Chicago Police Department
Hi. Guess what? You made it, you're on the force, you're a detective just like you always wanted to be. And if I may say so myself, you're a damn good detective, too. You're smart, the other guys respect you, you get the job done. Mom and Dad would be proud of you.
You're going to have a huge setback, though. You're going to be chasing the Numbers Killer, and he's going to one-up you, shock your ass with a tazer, and send you plodding off towards your colleagues with a gun duct taped to your hand and his mask on your face. You're going to take a rifle hit to the leg, and it's going to have to be amputated. Listen to me closely here: DON'T LOSE HOPE. Losing your leg is not the end of the universe. It will only stop you from being a cop if you let it. Get your ass out of your hospital bed and get fitted for a prosthesis as soon as the doctors will let you. Don't feel sorry for yourself, because that's just stupid. You're not any less human. You're still Andy Hollinsworth, and you're still a damn fine detective.
Stick with John Prudhomme. Yeah, he's a weird little loner-type, but you like him, and he's the best partner you'll ever have. Not to mention he puts up with your jokes, and not just anyone can do that.
When you're in the hospital, you're going to meet two of your neighbors from your apartment building. Allison Chapman and Joey Cavenaugh. Joey is going to be the love of your entire life. Quit being a player, latch on to her, and don't let her go. (And do Allison a favor and tell her not to bother making eyes at your surgeon.)
It's going to be tough there for you for a little while, but just dig in and pull through like you always do. You'll come out on the other side with a beautiful wife and soulmate and even better, you'll be back on the force doing what you were meant to do with your life. The sun always comes out tomorrow, and all that. Pretty much.
Sincerely,
Detective Andrew Hollinsworth
Chicago Police Department