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My department of corrections number doesn’t define me as a human being. My body is confined yet my mind is free. Unburdened by life’s chains.

Incarcerated: 25 years
Housed: Plunsky Unit – Livingston, Texas

I view each day as a blessing, I hold onto my memories. I live life one day at a time. Never knowing what the next day has in store for me. I fret not over the past, my eyes firmly on the future goals, as I work towards a new life. A life I hope to get a second chance at some day. Reading brings my day some peace, a slight break from the constant reminder that I am sitting on death row. We have no TVs or tablets, yet. I am told we will receive tablets this August. I miss so many things about freedom – the outdoors, watersports, swimming, fishing, hunting, riding motorcycles, going on trips to suffice the traveler’s blood is in my veins. I paint, draw, blog and work to bring social awareness about the human rights violations in our world. I care about the environment, our planet, animal rights, the innocent, the weak, and those who have found themselves in life’s unfortunate circumstances I too reside in. My department of corrections number doesn’t define me as a human being. My body is confined yet my mind is free. Unburdened by life’s chains.

 

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