Wednesday, July 20, 2011


I learned how to write in grammar school.  To be completely honest, I don't remember any of my classes.  Sometime around July 2010, I decided to write a book about my life.  I purchased a typewriter, asked a few questions, and started writing my book.

All my life I never cared about education, thinking I could just find a job or earn an education when I turned eighteen.  Neither one of those ideas did me any justice.  For one, I was so involved with drugs and what people thought of me, I couldn't even be myself.  I was so busy concerning myself with peer pressure, I lost my way.

Twelve years of being incarcerated and maybe twenty years go until I paroled, I decided enough was enough.  I simply couldn't sit in CDC's facilities day after day and waste my life.  That's when I picked up a pen and started telling my story.

Writing gave me more confidence.  Now when I write friends, I can express myself better--also making my letters more sincere.  Learning how to write properly has been the greates thing I've ever done.  With my book almost completed I feel much better about myself.  Most importantly, writing about my life has been therapeutic in many ways.  I've been able to let the past go, when it belongs, in the past.

Certainly I have a wonderful future ahead of me.  Being incarcerated is not the worst thing that could've happened to me.  I'm healthy and positive, which can never be taken away from me, and I believe writing has given me the freedom and courage to live a better life, inside of prison and out.

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