I sit here and consider the future. Growing up in a large family was a struggle. We had plenty of love but fell short on the extras. Since prison broke me down, I had to rebuild this thing. I've taken the time while here to really think out my future plans.
There were kids I grew up with that were born into money. They had all the cool-shit. I went to their house to ride on their 4-wheelers, drive their snowmobiles and ski behind their boat at the lake. I've seen these people never appreciate what they had. It might have been the same for me, who knows. What I do know is I'm coming home at 40 to get mine.
I will continue to write for this blog once I'm home. Even when I'm the owner of a multi million dollar business. I'll do it to prove a point. The same point I'm coming home to prove to my daughter.
I'll show you along with my family what I can do. I'm going to own the boat my daughter takes her friends on to ski. I'm going to own the cabin up north we vacation to in the summer. Every member of my family has children and struggle to get by. They sacrifice and go without.
I used to sled down the hill during winters. Mom made us cocoa when we got in. Mom drove us to the park on the lake and we swam together. We pulled each other in the red wagon. We caught lightening bugs in jars and we played in the sandbox.
And here we are now.
Big brother has been in prison for the last 10 years and everyone else made babies and struggles. We are stretched all across the states. It's hard to get everyone together because there's so many different schedules. Not to mention it's difficult to take a week off from work when you know the bills will be there waiting when you get home. And when you all do get together nobody pulls in with a trailer full of fun toys to ride on. When you head to the lake everyone is still swimming to the buoys because nobody has an extra 20 grand to buy a boat.
Your back aches after camping because you have a tent. Nobody can budget in a 30 thousand dollar motor home so the adults can use a real bathroom and sleep on a real bed. What if Grandma and Grandpa want to come?
Every family should have a rich uncle who pulls in with all the cool-shit nobody else has. And you should drive it like you stole it. It's no fun when you're told to be extra careful, we don't want to break anything. Don't tell me that.
I've sat behind these walls and considered the quality of life I seek. It will bring me joy to tow my boat to the lake so all these sad all little nieces and nephews of mine can get a bit further than the buoys. I want all these little boys to ride a dirt bike. My daughter hasn't rode a dirt bike. How will she ever ride a Harley next to me unless she learns on a small bike first?
If you're blessed and can play hard, hell-yeah!! Maybe you struggle to save for that special yearly trip. That's special. But if you can't find the up from the down check me out. That's exactly why I'm coming home to do what I'm going to do. To show that anyone can change their future.
My daughter told me her Aunt was telling her how many prisoners reoffend. They get home and forget the loved ones who stuck beside them while they were in. They go back to the old life of crime. I have a few things to show that Aunt. Especially since my daughter told her--"not my Dad, he has a plan- he'll do fine".
I really can't wait to show you. And I will. Right here on Jail Bird. Except I won't be the jail bird anymore.
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