May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019
I still have moments when I ask myself, is this real? I was driving down the I-10 this morning feeling bad about a certain difficulty I’m going through in my life right now and it hit me. It was like I was knocked out of my body, looking down on everything. I realized that I was in a car (my car) driving down the freeway to a job (my job) where I work on media projects (my passion) for an organization that works to reduce the size and scope of the criminal punishment system (my fight).
I remember vividly a moment during my incarceration when I had 4 years of prison behind me and 4 ½ more to go. I was halfway through a journey in the depths of hell. I was in the grip of a heroin addiction, and as I sat in my cell with the lights off, I felt so alone, forgotten. I hated my self. I hated the world. I had no hope for the future. When I thought about what would happen when I was released, there was a blank spot. Critical error. File not found.
At that time I never would have imagined that I would be here, driving down the freeway on a beautiful day, in a car I bought with my own hard earned money, money earned from a job that exercises my passion and gives my life purpose. At that moment a wave of gratitude washed over me, so powerful that even the problems in my life took on a beautiful sheen.
At least I’m not in that dark cell anymore. No matter what hardships I face, or challenges come my way, I just tap into that feeling. At least I’m not in that dark cell anymore.
I want to thank all of the people that have helped me on my journey. Your acceptance and trust has made me a better person.
Also does anyone know of cheap apts in Tucson that accept felons? And when I say cheap, I mean recently-got-out-of-prison-and-working-for-minimum-wage cheap.
I still have moments when I ask myself, is this real? I was driving down the I-10 this morning feeling bad about a certain difficulty I’m going through in my life right now and it hit me. It was like I was knocked out of my body, looking down on everything. I realized that I was in a car (my car) driving down the freeway to a job (my job) where I work on media projects (my passion) for an organization that works to reduce the size and scope of the criminal punishment system (my fight).
I remember vividly a moment during my incarceration when I had 4 years of prison behind me and 4 ½ more to go. I was halfway through a journey in the depths of hell. I was in the grip of a heroin addiction, and as I sat in my cell with the lights off, I felt so alone, forgotten. I hated my self. I hated the world. I had no hope for the future. When I thought about what would happen when I was released, there was a blank spot. Critical error. File not found.
At that time I never would have imagined that I would be here, driving down the freeway on a beautiful day, in a car I bought with my own hard earned money, money earned from a job that exercises my passion and gives my life purpose. At that moment a wave of gratitude washed over me, so powerful that even the problems in my life took on a beautiful sheen.
At least I’m not in that dark cell anymore. No matter what hardships I face, or challenges come my way, I just tap into that feeling. At least I’m not in that dark cell anymore.
I want to thank all of the people that have helped me on my journey. Your acceptance and trust has made me a better person.
Also does anyone know of cheap apts in Tucson that accept felons? And when I say cheap, I mean recently-got-out-of-prison-and-working-for-minimum-wage cheap.
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