That's how long I've been in prison. (Dec. 26, 1999). While my friends celebrated the New Millenium in Times Square I sat alone in an isolated cellblock. Cut off from everyone and everything I'd ever known and loved. By now, it's difficult to remember what it's like to be free...to have friends...to laugh.
Three years ago my wife decided to go on with her life. No special reason, she was just tired of waiting for this nightmare to end; so she divorced me. I haven't had a visit or a phone call since then.
Prison life is pain! 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, emotional suffering. I believe the world has forgotten me. Physically, spiritually and emotionally, I'm alone. This emptiness is true punishment for my sins.
I want to be optimistic about my future. I try to convince myself that life will change for the better and that there's someone special out there who can bring joy back to my life, someone who understands me for the man that I am. Someone who can forgive me for the mistakes I've made. Someone who I can trust and who will be there for me in this, my darkest hour. Someone who I can share my life with.
Or e-mail me here please put my name in your letter I share this box with several others.
