Coming to prison for the second time, I knew how I wanted to do my time.
I wanted to keep my head down, find a couple friends I trusted, and work out. I had already broken my family’s hearts by relapsing and coming back, so what else could I do? I could be bitter and angry, continuing down the path of life on the installment plan, or I could finally grow up and start taking responsibility for my life. It broke my heart sitting in jail again coming down off drugs. I wasn’t dead but I certainly wasn’t living a life with any sort of purpose.
One day I unexpectedly received a newsletter in the mail from the New Freedom Project. I heard guys on the yard talking about New Freedom, but I hadn’t given it much consideration for myself. I looked at the newsletter and I am not a big reader, but I remember seeing everyone in the photos smiling and looking healthy. I wanted to smile and look healthy too! I started writing them with the intent of coming to New Freedom after my release and it was my first call for help.