“I never saw them fight or argue. One day they just decided to be friends, which they stayed until Bob passed away, while I was in jail fighting murder charges.”
I scanned the dayroom, paying particular attention to people’s hands, looking for weapons, and to eyes and faces to see attitudes and signs of nervousness.
If a negative thought comes at you, deflect it like a ping pong ball. It will keep coming back but keep deflecting it.
The powers that be, have no idea all the good teachings Stacy did for people.
From slavery to unity, through suffering and scorn,
Katrina can’t break us as Americans,
Like before, we’ll weather the storm.
It is unnatural to me for a parent to outlive his child. Facing this harsh reality while incarcerated forced me to deal with it head-on.
That day taught me three things. It really is the thought that counts. Always be creative. A simple act of love and caring can bring a smile to another person.
A friend is someone you can count on. Someone you share your thoughts with.
I’ve been known As “R227**” staff and prison officials only see me as a number.
As my teacher, the Buddha once said, ‘One may conquer a million men in a single battle; however, the greatest and best warrior conquers himself.’
My name is Michael, I breathe air and I am not a monster. Thank you for giving me a face, a voice, and for seeing me as a person.