My Name is Margaret
Intro My professor wanted my classmates and I to write a narrative theme, about a life experience that was a scene of intense emotion. I was thinking and thinking about my life, and it was so hard to just choose one experience. i decided to write about the time I was locked up and sent to prison. It was a very cold January afternoon, and I was awoke to a pounding at the door. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until I heard a big BANG! The police had kicked my door down. All I heard was "Get on the ground!" There were so many police and police dogs everywhere. I felt at that moment, my life, as I knew it, was coming to an end. Everything seemed to move in slow motion around me. I felt incredibly bad, because my girlfriend at the time, and my son where home when this was going down. The police were scattering like ants all over my apartment. I was in complete shock at this time, I just laid there handcuffed in silence. They kept asking me where the drugs and money where but I couldn't even speak. I couldn't form the words to tell them. Time seemed to stand still and all I kept thinking was how a simple mistake could land me in so much trouble. The police looked everywhere in my home for what they came for. Under my bed, in dressers, closets, in my son's room, the kitchen, you name it, they looked. They finally found all the money and drugs, and before I knew it, I was led out of my house with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I didn't even get a chance to say my goodbyes to my family. As I was led out the door, all I could do was hand my head in shame. The neighbors where all outside looking at all the commotion I had caused. The street was littered with police cars from corner to corner, for about two blocks in four directions. I felt the lowest of the low. The young kids in the neighborhood looked up to me and I felt like I let everyone down, including most importantly, myself. I felt very vulnerable and scared as the cop car pulled away with me in the back. I felt like I was dreaming. This couldn't be real. All I kept doing was praying and praying, day after day. Up until my sentencing date. On that day, I was giving three years in prison. I had a lot of emotions and what ifs that i was battling. In my head, at the time, I was just trying to support my family and put food on the table. I had already lived a rough life and was arrested a few times and had a criminal record. Finding a honest job was hard. Nobody would give me a chance, so I felt I did what I had to do to make ends meet. I spent many nights staring at a small ass prison cell walls and thought to myself, this cant be life! I worried about everyone back home. I took care of everyone in my family. My mother, my son, my sisters, everyone depended on me! I had a wake up call one day when I was one the phone with my mom. She said, " Son, you have to make the best of a bad situation." So that is when I decided in my head, that I could be a even better man for my family and decided to take my GED and start figuring out what career paths I wanted to take. I wanted to change my life for the better and move forward from this experience. After serving three years in jail, I was finally released from prison. I had a very difficult time finding employment when I came home. With some patience and a "Never give up" approach, I found some part time work. I actually juggled three part time jobs at once. I had another awakening while working one day. I realized I needed a better education to be able to get the kind of money I needed to support myself and my family. I enrolled at DCCC and I hope to one day become a counselor at a rehab, or maybe help troubled youths. I want to help others in their lives and show them I'm living proof that you can do anything you set your mind to.
5 Comments
aidan
9/17/2019 07:02:19 am
I understood that this particular story was not a happy one, but I still enjoyed it. I think that your reason for doing what you did is very relatable, and I think you should be proud of yourself because now you know you are capable of doing something greater than dealing to make ends meet.
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Bedouens Philistin
9/17/2019 07:05:05 am
Mack, i wasn't able to read everything. But just by how you started, I was already thrown into the story. I will read the rest at home.
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Sabatino
9/18/2019 11:10:00 am
I appreciate your choice to write about this time of your life. Your enrollment at DCCC and the message in this blog post suggests you are creating new path for your life. These are positive signs, right?
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Shanell Dodd
9/20/2019 11:57:27 am
Mac I see the good in your story. I understand why you did what u did, know that is in the past. However, from your past lesson you set future goal and this time it was on a completely different avenue. " Dear past, thank you for the life lessons. Dear future, I am ready now." quoted.
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9/23/2019 06:45:19 pm
Your story was amazing the scene was clear and you also had a great deal of dialogue. You also mention an emotion you felt which was even though it was other people around you still felt alone, which was something that I also mention in my blog #4.
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