DC

There was a girl I worked with at Belk named Meredith Thompson. Her friends called her "DC", because she was from the Washington area. She was a basketball player for USC, and she worked part-time in our security department. DC was very nice and tall. We would have talks about what she wanted to do with her life. She majored in Criminal Justice. She told me she wanted to be in the DEA, because she wanted to shoot uzi's. I told her to follow her dreams, and she did. She joined the DEA, and after months of training, they sent her to Miami. She loved it there, because she was in the center of fighting the drug importers, and she was making a difference. DC was sent to South America on a mission to hunt for the suppliers. She was on a plane with some other DEA agents and some CIA people. The plane crashed into a mountain in Peru. There were no survivors. The official explanation was engine trouble, but the general feeling was the plane was shot down. DC loved life and friends, but she also wanted to make a difference for the better. I miss her.