When my oldest
son and I talk, he frequently reminds me there are only two dates that
matter...the day you go to prison and the day you come home. As my time as a guest of our government
come to an end, I anticipated all kind of feelings and reactions. As I played it in my head, it would be a
time of great celebration...an explosion of freedom...a cornucopia of foods
missed over the years...a welcome home party of epic proportions...a moment of
unrequited joy for my family and for me.
Reality, as is usually the case, is far more messy and complicated.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past and I was perplexed as to
why. Midterm elections and the
control for Congress are up for grabs in November. Russia has invaded Ukraine. ISIS continues to roil Syria and Iraq committing unspeakable
crimes against innocent men, women and children. (The same chicken hawks that
lied us into Afghanistan and Iraq now want us to do it all over again.) A new report confirms the top 1%
are vastly richer today then in 2010 or before. Every cell phone call we make is being monitored by the
government and mysterious cell towers are appearing all over the country and no
one seems to know who owns them or what purpose they serve, but the suspicions
are ominous. All of these items
should be grist for my mill and yet my pen lays silent. Why?
It dawned on me the answer may lie in the fact I have a little more than
three months left before I go home.
Since I have already served over 72 months, 3 ought to be a walk in the
park. The next 3 months should be
a joy-filled, smile-inducing, countdown to an event worthy of an epic
party. It's known as being,"
short to the door" in here and most of those in my housing unit would be
thrilled to switch places with me and have such a short time left. For me, not so much.
Please don't misunderstand.
I don't want to spend one more day in here than necessary. I take full responsibility for the
actions which put me in here and once again offer an apology to anyone I have
offended, but will always bristle at a sentence which in no way reflects or was
commensurate to the crime committed.
However, as the door approaches, my fantasy about going home has run
smack dab into reality.
The reality of going home has caused a whirlwind of thoughts and
concerns and more than one sleepless night. For over 6 years my job has been to survive. My obligation has been to make it day
to day and to do the work necessary to fulfill my promise to my wife to come
home healthier and better than I left.
Dealing with bills and jobs and children and an economic disaster of
historic scope was the responsibility of my wife and family and you.
Responding to, and caring for, my son's cancer, my wife's health
emergency, my daughter's pulmonary embolisms, my brother's heart crisis, my
sister-in-laws fight with cancer, my sister's neighborhood in San Bruno
destroyed by a natural gas explosion and the harm to her family, my son's loss
of sight and much more, which all occurred while I have been here in exile,
fell to others and all I had to do was worry and pray and hope they could
handle it all.
In a little more than 3 months, the weight and reality of the world will
slam squarely back down on my shoulders and there will be many people with expectations
for me and the life they will expect me to begin to live. What about earning a living? How do you re-introduce yourself to
your wife after 6 plus years in which she has had to be the bread winner and
family glue...6 years where she had to face fear and loneliness and terror by
herself with no shoulder to lean on and no partner...6 years of anger about how
she was let down and betrayed and disappointed by a man she married. I've missed six years of my children's
lives as well as the fact that all of my family has been embarrassed and
humiliated publicly by my actions.
When I come home, do I fade away into the ether, slink away silently
into the night and hope people forget what I did? What job or jobs will I be allowed to hold and will anyone
hire an ex-felon with my crime?
Will society allow a second chance or a shot at redemption and even if
it does, how does one go about securing such outcomes? Is there a media company out there
which would be willing to endure the heat and controversy which would be
associated with hiring me?
(although I guarantee the shows would be electric and dynamic and
entertaining as hell from a host who is chastened and humbled with so much to
say) All of this and more has
crowded into my head and now I can't stop thinking and wondering and
speculating and it seems to be crowding out everything else.
I find myself obsessed with two concerns. First, I want to be in physically as good a condition as
possible. This means taking a very
disciplined approach to exercise every day without fail as well as a focus on
what I'm eating, and not eating, to get down to as good a weight as
possible. Second, approaching the
door forces me to assess me and to make sure any progress I have made turning
myself around...progress getting pride and ego under control...progress in
understanding how my actions affect others...progress in walking out the door a
better husband and father and friend...progress in my relationship to a God who
gave me so many talents and gifts and now wonders if She may have made a
mistake...that I can bring all of this with me back to a world which will try
to distract me and derail me and tempt me and fool me if I let it.
I cannot promise this mental quagmire or thought storm makes as much sense
as would overarching joy at coming home...getting away from this dysfunctional
system designed to encourage recidivists not deter them...spending these last
months planning the huge welcome home party. I could be writing this to an audience of one, but I wanted
to articulate to you why my production has slipped and why I am not as
motivated right now to write about Obama et.al. I apologize for the naval gazing but it seems to be
increasing as the days drop away.
There is much more to write.
There is more to say. I
have learned so much and want to pass it on. Please bear with me over these last few months as I try to
sort through all these feelings and questions. We have all been on this journey together and I owe so many
of you, and especially the minders of this site, for your friendship and
support over these six plus years.
I have used this space to think and explore and to reveal to you what
has been going on with me along this path. We have some more roads to travel together I believe.