Every day I keep tellin' myself that it's one day closer until I see daylignt again.

Been in this jail cell for the past ten months for a crime I didn't even commit: guess I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and I guess people assumed that just because I happened to be black, then I was in the wrong when I had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with it.

I have been working with my P.O. (that's Parole Officer to you good people out there) and my lawyer in trying to clear my name and/or get out of jail.  It's been real hard, but I am not one that gives up easily.

Plus I have the faith of my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ; He's the One who only matters to me.  That, and regaining my freedom that was stolen from me.

My name is X.  I can't give you my real name: confidentiality, y'know.  I am 30 years old, live here in Tacoma, Washington.  Was living with my auntie when I got screwed, and I been trying to get back to her ever since.  I know she is disappointed: not so much with me, but with the stupid people who fouled things up and put me here in the clink.  I don't blame her.  I'm not exactly happy with them either. 

I was working as a shipping clerk for UPS when I got framed; it was some other black dude who perpetrated the crime (larceny and money laundering).  I guess the guy who spotted the "criminal" needed new eyes 'cause they nabbed the wrong dude.  Me.  So now I have to suffer, but am trying real hard to prove to people that I am not a bad guy.  I am a very good guy at heart; I wouldn't hurt anybody, not even a fly or a flea.

I just wonder if I will ever be able to get gainful employment now that I have a police record on my person.  I doubt it, but I am trusting in God to provide for my every need.  Maybe He has a miracle in the works:  God, I sure hope so; Lord knows I could use a miracle (or two or three or even four or five ... )!

I just hope the guy who was supposed to end up here is real happy with his life.  He's probably livin' the life of Riley while I sit here and turn moldy and crazy from boredom.  Yet as I said, I got the lawyer thing goin' on, and there are many people who are praying for me.  Hopefully things will turn around to where I can finally get out of here!  Just keep praying, saints; that's the only thing that will get me outta here (and the neverending determination of my parole officer and lawyer)!

~To be continued.~