The main character in Shawshank, the final redemption, carries dirt from his cell to the rec yard. He takes a little each day in the cuff of his pants. He successfully dug a tunnel through his cell wall and all the way to freedom. One trip to the rec field at a time.
When you give a diligent man enough time to think, great things can happen.
I came to prison a construction worker that sold drugs. Over the past 10 years I learned how to paint murals, play an excellent chess game and tattoo. I have trademarked two businesses and made my peace with God. I became a dad to my daughter, quit smoking and have been free from drugs.
Prison pushed me well past the red-line. What I thought was my max-out wasn't even half way there. Being released at age 40 doesn't scare me. I'm ready. Just like the man who carried his cell wall to the rec field, I fine-tuned a plan to excel in life as soon as I'm home.
I'm about to walk out of one life and into another. I find that excites me. It doesn't trouble me at all.
I thank everyone who stood beside me. I thank my savior Jesus Christ.
I also thank the haters. I thank the fucker who told my kid that I'll probably offend and come back. I thank the asshole who told her statistics show many come back to prison and that she shouldn't wrap her heart up in me too much.
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, with every fiber of my being, I'm standing tall with one finger in the air.
Many loved to see me fall. I'm standing back up now. I asked my daughter what she said when she was told I'll probably fail......she said, "Not my Dad."
How could I fail when I have a team like that?
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