....Only, as time moves forward and my freedom can be seen in the distance, time seems to be growing more and more difficult. As avid supporters die out, and I receive sporatic letters from names I'd nearly forgotten, images of the past and visages of the future are the life that keeps me sane. Talking to my dearest mother, the most supportive I know, for forty five minutes a week, keeps me aware that life outside these walls still exists. I only need to keep myself from falling into the waves of negativity that wash through the inmates day by day.
to be continued......
This site has been set up for Micah Neumann by me his mom. It will include only letters and telephone messages that Micah wants posted. I will also include news about his case to keep all of his friends updated as they happen. It is a horrible journey that we all hope will be nothing more than a memory very shortly. Until then enjoy Micahs humor as that is what is getting him by right now!
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, February 20, 2009
STILL SMILING
If you don't want to cry don't read this post, it is a tear jerker.
"I never realized what it meant when I would hear about people fighting and dying for freedom. Being incarcerated I've come to see that the chance to fight for an entire countries' freedom would be an honor. To save them from living even in a situation remotely close to mine; without all the things Americans, everybody-for that matter-, takes for granted.
From being able to walk your dog-even have a dog!- under the sun or moon, anytime, anyday, to simply being able to associate yourself with whom you please, whenever you'd like!
I wish there was some way to make it known that lives without freedom are not for man to live! i.e. if I want to go on a walk I must close my eyes and dream. If I want to see people I love it's thru glass, making it impossible to touch them, to wipe the tears from their eyes, shed for little ole' me locked behind these steel doors.
Are there people who belong here? With these restrictions? Yes, of course, which is the cause for innocent men that don't belong here *cough, cough!* being here! Because lies never end! Where do they? Where can jurors, and everyone else see thru them and into the soul? Where guilty persons take their blame without pushing it upon another? Take me there! Take me where truth is all that matters. Where they laugh when they see me, and instantly say "not guilty!" And, this I swear, my life and everything in it will never be taken for granted again!-Still Smiling- :) I Love You Family!
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