I’ve robbed people, broke into houses, sold drugs and sold my stuff. I loved money, but I loved to get high and have a good time more. It’s been that way since the first time I ever smoked weed. Sure I’ve had a lot of fun, but when I think back to all the people I’ve hurt, it just wasn’t worth it. It only took me seven years to realize it.
I could never repay all the money I’ve stolen. I put myself where I am today.
Hopefully, the people I hurt can forgive me, but I know there is no reason why they should and I wouldn’t hold it against them if they didn’t. All I can do is continue what I’m doing and hopefully inspire others before they make the same mistakes I did.
When I was away at college, someone broke into my family's home to steal money, jewelry and two of their cars for drug money. Those things are all replaceable, in the long run what was actually stolen was a sense of security in my childhood home. I now have to call my parents' home every night to make sure they're safe, and even four years later, I can't shake the idea that a stranger was in my childhood bedroom, or what could have happened if I had been home that weekend.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could apologize to the people you've hurt for something more important than the money, because it's a reasonable guess that they will never feel safe again.