For those of you who knew him, you knew him as Frank the Fish. Always, he was excited to see the many people who called him friend. You loved him because he was carefree and always ready to impart a fish hug, full of love, to anyone in need of a warm, though often slimy, embrace. But Frank was far from ordinary; Frank was the hero that you did not know you had, and he as done more for human life than any fish come before. This is the Frank you did not know; this is his story.
Frank the Fish was born in the rice patties of Taiwan. Though limited by his stature, Frank quickly became the big fish in the big pond. His aptitude for languages, coupled with the street smarts to out whit a Colombian drug lord (this happened), enabled Frank to run the streets of Asia with an iron fin. Frank never used opium, but at a very young age he learned the power and addiction of the drug. Addiction because you were willing to do anything for it, and power because you were willing to do anything that Frank wanted you to do for it. Frank's cartel stretched across the world; his money, power and influenced infiltrated our everyday lives, but we never knew it. I wish not to divulge too many details of Frank's former life; it brought him deep sorrows and pains in his later years. Instead I will tell you how Frank escaped.
Frank had a beautiful family, a wife named Spring, and two baby twin girls named Angel and Dream. They were his whole life; he cared for nothing more than their futures. Frank decided to dissolve his opium cartel, go into hiding, and give Angel and Dream a chance to live a better life than he himself had done. This was the beginning of the end for Frank; for , when you become as powerful as he was, you make enemies, and enemies who pretend to be your friends.
Two days before Frank had planned to leave, his North Korean safe house was overrun be marauders hell bent on killing. Frank was found weeping in a corner holding the lifeless and bloodied body of his baby Angel as he whispered oaths of vengeance on the heads of those in his inner circle. God help those who betrayed Frank.
Frank turned to the only source he had, that he knew would help him get his revenge, the C.I.A. Frank started as an informant giving details of drug caches, illegal operations, and sources of corruption within the world's governments. Eventually Frank became an operative helping to secure information from various organizations from around the world. When 9/11 happened, Frank saw an opportunity to finally enact his final revenge on the man who destroyed Franks will to live, Osama Bin Laden. With Franks sources of contact and information networks, the Taliban and Al-Qaeda began to deteriorate. Frank led the charge in undermining on of the world's most violent and blood ridden organizations.
Frank was there with Seal Team 9 when Osama's Pakistani compound was taken in the middle of the night. Osama was dead at the hands of Frank, whose thirst for blood had finally been satisfied. Only then on the long flight back from Pakistan did Frank's loneliness overtake him. Frank always had a purpose in life, first of the desire for money and power, second, for the joy of love for his family, and finally, the all encompassing thirst for vengeance. But, now Frank was alone, and in the gale of bitterness.
He retired from the C.I.A. and went into hiding in the only place Frank knew he could never be found, deep behind the tall walls of the Mormon Mecca, Salt Lake City, Utah. I found him alone in a park weeping in a shallow puddle. So dejected was he, that he did not contest being brought home to live with me. This is where Frank's story ends. Every soul that came into his life, each one of you, brought a sliver of joy and a beam of light back into his life. Slowly the pains of black hate were cleansed away by the power of friendship. He delighted in his new friends and joyed in their daily visits to him. The last six months of Franks life helped restore him, in part, the joy and love that he had felt for his family.
Frank succumbed to years of battle wound, poisons, griefs, and pains, but he died with love in his heart for his friends and family, regret for his wrongful actions, and hope to be reunited with the ones he loves. May we all be so lucky to have an ending to life as Frank had. You inspire me Frank, and I will hold out hope for the day when death brings our friendship back to life. God speed.
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