The End For Good
I still believe in God.
I may not understand God, and I may not agree with God, but that doesn’t meant he doesn’t exist.
And God didn’t sentence me to ten years. The judge did.
And I don’t blame the judge for doing his job and following the law either.
I used to blame those immigrants for jaywalking because they did break a law.
Now I forgive them. They made a mistake, just like me.
Except they lost their lives for their mistake.
I still have my life. It’s just temporarily on hold.
I will miss my freedom, my family and some friends.
I had to leave the bad friends behind. Life is too short, and I’ll be meeting plenty of bad people in jail.
I’m not a bad guy. I’m not very good either. I’m regular and I’m here because I made some bad choices.
For my personality type ‘getting straightened out’ always meant either: enlisting in the army or temporary imprisonment. Still beats Dunning-Kruger and dying like a jackass.
When I get back I will have a plan for my life, and a couple of books ready for publishing.
Poems, Self Help, 2x Novella, and 1 mid size novel.
I report to jail soon, but I have God and God has a plan for me.
I’m not a ghost yet.
I have hope.
Thanks for reading.