I might not feel the healing at the moment, but I feel the trust to talk about things that I wouldn’t have the space to in any other area.
There have been many times in my life that the road forked and someone saved me before I went the wrong way. One person in particular was the director of the Robinson’s Scholars program.
What gets me through each day is my family and hope. It’s hard but I constantly tell myself it could be worse.
I went from stealing from my own family, to stealing from others, to car hopping, to breaking into people’s houses, taking what they worked so hard for, to robbing drug dealers and stores.
I haven’t seen my mom in 21 years. She suffered a lot of abuse and trauma and she is the strongest person I know.
It was the first time I felt peace. She sat close to me in the visitation room, her head on my shoulder. I felt safe, at home.
In a place known for death and destruction, I found life and meaning. Along the way I have found my voice and discovered my academic abilities that are now leading me towards a whole new future.
This is a new experience for me to be so open about who I am in prison and out. There will always be haters, but I don’t really pay attention to that.
I have two amazing children. One with us, the other with the Lord.
I would give the world for my daughter to know me, and to be able to be her father.