I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow, but since I am home unexpectedly today, here it goes.
Tomorrow, June 8th, 2017, marks 13 years that I came home from prison, and while I am aware that I have done some good things during this time, overall, I am not happy or satisfied at all.
I know nobody can turn back the hands of time, but can’t help but dwell on the past, and how, even more than a decade before I was first locked up, my life started to become a mess, due in large part to my addictions, but more so because of my own poor choices.
I went from a total overachiever, to someone who thought the world owed him, and have certainly paid the price.
One thing I will forever remain grateful for are those who stood by me throughout it all, including my friends and family, especially my mother, who has allowed me back into her good graces, after all the hurt I caused her and my beloved late father.
I can only imagine how my life would be today, had I not taken a wrong turn, and, more likely than not, would still be working at CBS Television, in some supervisory capacity.
On the bright side, I am still in relatively good physical shape, continue to have most of my brain cells, and now possess a heart and conscience!
Therefore, since it is never too late, I will always strive to be a better person than I was 24 hours earlier.
Thank you all for reading this!