Prison Time

    I smiled at her, while sipping onto my glass of red wine. I sat back thinking how lucky I was, to be rich, have girls all around me, wealth, and all that stuff.

    I owned an Aston Martin and lived in a villa. A successful rapper with chics by my side. Money was all that was important to me, and I had it. Power, fame, success; I don't understand why do people need God?

    Years passed as I continued with my reckless life. A wild party life, with no fear whatsoever. I still remember that night, as I was returning home from my concert back in Paris. I was drunk and was late for my next flight back home. I was drunk and was driving at a crazy speed of 120 km/hr. When suddenly I hit something and my car came to a halt.

     Opening the door, I went out just to find a dead body of a middle aged woman with her blood all over the road. I was spellbound and didn't know what to do. So I tried hiding the body in the woods. But unfortunately I was caught by a cop who was just passing by.

    I was put in prison, and it was three months since then. I was struggling to get out. But as I was not in my home town, it was difficult to get bail. My cellmate would always be reading a book, but I never wanted to bother him.

    Now, I was going insane. I didn't understand life. So much of wealth, fame and success, but of no use anymore. I broke down in tears, when my cellmate came up to me and offered me to read his book.

   When he handed me his book, I observed the following words imprinted on it: "Holy Bible". I took it and threw it in a corner, and told him that there was no such thing as God.

    However, eventually with time he kept telling me about Jesus and what was written in the Bible. At first, I never believed a thing, but later it all started making sense to me. I started believing what he said. I started finding joy even in that tough situation.

     Another month passed, but this time I was filled with joy rather than anger. Seeing my behaviour, I was released after another few months of imprisonment.

     After being set free, from both the prison and my unbelief, I decided to go meet my cellmate who was the reason for the change in me. The next day, I returned to the jail along with a basket full of fruits for him. I asked the jailer about where I would find him. The jailer with a look of astonishment told me that I was never kept with a cellmate and was alone the whole time.