“10 years, 2 months, 7 days. It’s the only tattoo I have on my body. I was the youngest person in prison, so I withdrew into myself, and I started writing in a journal every single day. That journal became my world. I used it to figure things out, and one of the first things I realized was that I’d stopped being me. It wasn’t so much the crime that had landed me in prison. It was that I had decided to stop being me. And I needed to find that nerdy, intelligent kid that I’d once been. So I started studying in prison. Then one day I got a letter from Principal Lopez. And she told me: ‘I grew up with you. And I know that you aren’t the person they say you are. So the moment you get out of prison, you are going to come speak to my kids, because I want them to learn from your experience.’ And I immediately started crying in my cell. And sure enough, two days after I got out, she called me on the phone, and asked: ‘Why aren’t you here yet?”
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EVERYDAY HEROESThere are definitely random good acts out there that weren't given any attention or credit because media mostly focus on the bad news rather than focusing on something that gives us hope to restore our faith in humanity. Archives
June 2017
Remember NOT the pain,anger or hatred.But remember how everyone came out to help,encourage and uplift.Remember how strong and united the world that day praying for help and mourn for the dead out of love.
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