I never thought this day would come ....
Today is the day where I gain my freedom. The lawyers have been working overtime to make sure that I gain my independence from this hell-hot jail cell where I have been cooped up for over a year for something I didn't even do. It is a momentous, happy day and I am thanking God for the miracle that He has granted me.
Name is X. The X stands for Xander (Alexander, but I go by Xander) Paul Hobart-Willis. I am 31 years old and live with my Auntie here in Tacoma, Washington ... or did until I got framed and ended up here. I know it will wreck any chances of me landing a decent job, but I'm not one to give up hope that easiy.
I was jailed because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think it was because I happen to be Black; it always seems to be the rule. Seems if you are Black (or Latino), the odds are stacked against you, whereas if one was Caucasian (white), they have more of a chance of getting away scot-free. It isn't fair or right, but that's the way the ball bounces, y'know?
Well, let me enlighten you people: not ALL people who happen to be Black (or Latino) are bad. There are plenty of us who happen to be honest, good, hard working people who would do anything to give the shirt off our back to help someone else. Sometimes life has a way of getting ahead of our dreams and we sometimes end up making poor decisions or, as in my case, end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then we end up getting in serious trouble and have to pay the fiddler.
As for myself, I happen to be a very good person. I have been trying to keep my nose clean all the time I've been in this jail cell and have been keeping all my appointments and doing what my PO (parole officer) has asked me to do. I am getting released on account of "good behavior" and they have discovered that I am not the man they intended to nab: it was someone totally different, and the original perpetrator who did this crime happens to be ... white.
I could sue their butts for misguided information, mental anguish, or wrongful action, but I am a forgivin' and forgettin' sort of man. I am willing to let bygones be bygones and try to get my life back. It's what Jesus would want me to do, so I aim to do just that.
All I can say is this: I cannot wait to see the sweet, loving face of my Auntie, and I pray and hope that she finds it in her heart to forgive me for the mental anguish I have caused her ever since all of this happened.
Lord, freedom gonna come, and it gonna come TODAY! And I canNOT wait!!!! :)
~To be continued.~