A force is forcing me to share. And I was in the middle of something! Lol…can’t argue.

Back to the work program for released inmates.

When I did my time, I worked. I was given a lot of responsibility. I could roam the prison with a tool box even. My shop was outside of the prison. I would eat my lunch along the wood line and smelling free air while I ate.

It changed my life because someone had faith in me: The Department of Corrections. (Which is rare, but someone saw something in me)

I just know that if the guys and girls were treated somewhat the same, it would change this unrelenting cycle that is killing the taxpayer to where there is NOTHING LEFT, to do anything GOOD.

You will be surprised what a little faith in someone will do.

Additional post:

This is scary but it is very prevalent in the United States. It has to be nipped in the ass!!!!

When I was doing my time, I would make time to write letters for guys who couldn’t write and their family couldn’t afford to receive collect calls. They cost a fortune!!!!!!!!!!!! (Should be Criminal!!!!!!)

Can you imagine that?! Locked up and you can’t even communicate with your family? It makes me cry because I know that it is happening right now, somewhere.

I have some things to do.

True stories guys.