As I had been getting ready to leave, I passed out the schedule of the times I was going to be there. It included my mailing address, as well as my number in case anyone wanted to talk. As I handed the last flyer out, I hear a voice across the room. I turned around.
"What makes you want to help people? Why would you want to help and try to save someone like me?" It was the kid that made me want to do this in the first place. A dramatic pause filled the air between us as I fought to find the words to say. "Because I was sitting where you are right now when I realised that my mom and siblings are more important to me. And if it makes anything better for you, I don't think that thinking differently than anyone else, is a good enough reason to mess up your whole life. We all have dreams in life and you can't achieve them behind bars." I stand there for a second just in case someone asked another question, and an officer spoke up.
"What if you don't have any family?" She asked. I look at the floor, hoping the answer would appear in the tiles. "I know what it's like to not have family, to an extent. If you don't have anyone to fall back on, just remember the harder you work, and the more you surround yourself with a healthy lifestyle, you will find at least somebody worth your time. Don't go searching too hard, because that's what gets people caught up, almost like it has me. I'm getting out of it slowly, and just know that it isn't easy. Always remember that you came into this world alone. Caskets do not come with bunk beds, and I think pigs will start flying before anybody enters this world with somebody." Hands were already in the air after I had made that statement, and I already figured they would find a gap in what I said. "Twins don't count," I said, hearing a few chuckles around the room. The hands went down, and I turn around to leave. Applause erupted from all sides of the room, and I left with the feeling that I saved at least one person that knew their dreams didn't lie with them in paper thin bedding. I did something good for once, and I left the very building I was once shackled behind, ready for the next time I would make my appearance.
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Chasing Matters
Документальная прозаTrue story about some things I put myself through. As a freshman in high school, I had been straight out of lock up. Instead of it being only 6 months like it was last time, it was going to cost me my whole life.
