DECEMBER 27 - 1982 THE DAY I WENT TO PRISON

I find it interesting that after not writing in this blog for a long time except of course for the journal i just wrote below this post. I did not realize it was this date. I somehow knew when i entered prison that one day (did not figure it would be this long however) that things would somehow be all right. I feel this is finally the year that things will be all right. i hate to say it but i do have to agree with the folks who know me, i feel that i deserve a break after all this time of dedicated determination. i may not be the brightest bulb on the shelf but determined i am. i do not believe that all persons who go to prison are bad. i wasn't a bad person, i was a depressed person who got a bit too loose with my self-discipline that my Army Colonel Father Logan Brooks Hendrixson had beaten into me. What was i thinking anyway? When he died i think, well i know... a huge part of me died with him. i cried for two solid years for my dad. nothing would ever bring him back and i knew how final death finally was.

i did not realize just how good i had it being free with my depression until i got arrested with my depression and added to the paranoia, the guilt, the disbelief that it could and most definitely would happen to me .... prison.

entering prison this day in 1982 was the absolute killer. imagine two days after Christmas. well... that's enough. it just brings back memories every year that will never go away. not for me nor for anyone who ever goes through it.

God Bless you and I pray this will be a good year for you - after all you deserve it too!

Del