The hardest part is that I can’t restore the past.
I smile an awful lot for a person in prison. I stay positive and happy despite being sentenced to 55 years of misery. However, my smile is also the “tears of a clown.” I have to laugh to keep from crying over all the pain my choices have caused.
All I can do is my best to help others be happy, to heal, to enjoy the part of the glass that is full and that all starts with a big bright smile.
