“I learned that my past mistakes gave me the power to live and to grow, no matter who I was or what I did”
I was blind to the harm my actions caused, blind to the criminal foulness that I constantly enforced on others. By the time I got my first gun, I had already become a human monster.
Maybe I was a hateful person, but never more to others than I was to myself. I hated myself so much that I felt maybe prison was the only place I should be.
I shot two men in a Jack in the Box in Waikiki to defend her with the pistol she used to try to save our lives. I’m schizophrenic and my English is not good, but I’m thankful for you.
For seven miserable years I lived my life how I saw fit and turned my back on everything I had ever been taught. My moral compass went completely off the rails. The biggest regret during this time were the choices I made that led to the loss of my amazing and beautiful wife.
My street name is “Sly,” not by gang or negative slang, but because I was caught, at the age of four, trying to scoop out peach cobbler from under the crust, like I saw my uncle do, and got busted by Grandma.
My dad, uncles and aunts were alcoholic, so I followed suit. My mother never drank but had mental issues.
Love is kind, patient, love is with pure intention. Love never gives up, it is our only hope for peace and it should be our mission in life.
I had just walked out of the county jail from doing a possession charge term in Houston, Texas. As I walked up the street, I had no hope left.
I dressed in my blues, name tag on and greeted the one and only Kim Kardashian. As a member of the Reform Alliance, she wanted to show her sister Khloe, rapper Lil Baby, and friends, our dogs and trainers participating in the truly life-changing program offered here.
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.