Coming to prison is an educational experience. But you don’t have to come here to learn the lessons. Something that will stick with me for the rest of my life is the people that communicate with me in here. I cannot describe the feeling properly and do them justice for the actual experience. I have no metaphor to convey the happiness that overcomes me when I hear from my loved ones and friends.
I want to take the time to thank my Mother. that woman is a saint. I won’t talk about her to much, but I will say this. I lack nothing. So, Mother, thank you.
I am humbled by her love because me coming to prison was an embarrassment to her. Even though she had nothing to do with it, my decisions were and still are my own. She doesn’t have any part in them. She still had to face the world and all I had to do was come in here. She had to pick up the pieces of my broken life and she did it with poise and grace and love. I sit in here and work on myself. I feel awful that I left her in the position that I did, but she just walks on and does it with such grace that she has become one of my heroes.
Just wanted to say that.
Thanks to everyone who communicates with me, you make me feel human and I promise that I will not bring you shame, I will do what is necessary to fix myself and honor myself and you.
Jeff Utnage 823469