Not every man can say that he has inspiration to be his best. In fact, very few men have such a thing.
Having said this I must confess to being a very fortunate individual. I would even argue that I might be the luckiest man alive. You see my friends, not only have I found a purpose I can sink my teeth into, I have also managed to build relationships with the most special people I have ever met in my life.
I have always had my church family to depend on. My best friend, of course, shines like a beacon on a clear night. Some of these special people have been befriended online. Best of all, the woman who took me in when I was released from prison has been a true jewel.
I think about the fight I've committed myself to with some apprehension. The rights of prisoners is something I give my heart to, but I am fast learning that my hardest fights in this cause will be against so-called internet activists--if I let that happen. Which I won't.
My commitment is something not many will understand or are used to. I was in a prison where inmates were beaten, sexually assaulted, starved and a few times killed by guards. I can't walk away from that without a craving for justice. Notice I said justice and not vengeance. Revenge would be subjecting the bastards to the same treatment they dished out.
Sounds like the death penalty doesn't it?
No matter what I will have to endure, I can be confident that my friends won't let me fall flat on my face. Their willingness to accept me as I am and to support me shows me how great human beings can be. They encourage me, without knowing it, to keep up the good fight.
I find myself spread a little thin, but I can handle that as long as I have true friends around me. You all know who you are. I love you.
Supaman Tion Terrell