Journal entry 2
Today I watched 17 men go to the SHU, prison jail, a place no one wants to be. I thought to myself how, five to six years ago, I could have been one of those men if not for my right choices. Five years ago, when first arriving at Federal Prison, I automatically fell into my old ways of hustling. I always thought of it as being an entrepreneur, but there is a difference between the two, and I was doing nothing more than hustling in putting a target on my back, again. I opened a store selling commissary items that people ran out of for a marked-up price, I opened a after hours food to eat with food be hustled out of the kitchen, A Black Jack table in the gymnasium, and was looking to take over a sports ticket. I was into everything possible that was wrong, but I didn’t see it that way. I saw it as if others can do it then I can also. I was doing nothing but putting another target on my back and learning nothing from the mistakes I had done that brought me to prison. I had not realized that this type of activity was as much of an addiction as my drug addiction until only a few years ago.
I came to my senses one morning, whether it was from G-d or what I can’t say, but it told me to stop! STOP IT! Stop all of this madness. I’m here in Federal prison, I’m going to be here for more than a decade, And I’m not leaving here the same person as when I arrived or worse. That day I stopped it all, I made a commitment to myself that I will walk from prison a better man than when I arrived. Not only for myself but for my family and society as well.
Today I watch in confidence of knowing why I’m not one of those men. My Right choices made.
