Letter From A Convict - What you must know.........
Dear Son,
What you must know about who I am..................
You may think I'm wild or crazy. You may believe what they wrote about me, but I'm a very, very good person. I was and am a good father. I am proud of what you have become. Look at yourself, what a great boy you are, what a great man you will be. Not one child among you used drugs, or steals, or is involved with the evils of society.
I taught you to be above society. Showing you love and attention, teaching you to be polished, have manners, and to always demonstrate real class. My life and what I did, is neither here or there. I did good by you, son, and the rest of the family.
So don't judge me for who I am. Don't judge me by their writings. They are not like us, they will never understand us. There is no loyalty there, no family, no God, and no respect. Who are they to judge me or to judge you?
Your Father
with love
Written to me in 1990, I was 10 years old. I remember the pride I felt in reading that letter. I was taught that jail was a part of life, a part of the job.
I am no longer 10.........................
What you must know about who I am..................
You may think I'm wild or crazy. You may believe what they wrote about me, but I'm a very, very good person. I was and am a good father. I am proud of what you have become. Look at yourself, what a great boy you are, what a great man you will be. Not one child among you used drugs, or steals, or is involved with the evils of society.
I taught you to be above society. Showing you love and attention, teaching you to be polished, have manners, and to always demonstrate real class. My life and what I did, is neither here or there. I did good by you, son, and the rest of the family.
So don't judge me for who I am. Don't judge me by their writings. They are not like us, they will never understand us. There is no loyalty there, no family, no God, and no respect. Who are they to judge me or to judge you?
Your Father
with love
Written to me in 1990, I was 10 years old. I remember the pride I felt in reading that letter. I was taught that jail was a part of life, a part of the job.
I am no longer 10.........................

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