Freedom
One Saturday night I was chilling at my house. Every Friday and Saturday I would go to this club called Aqua in Hempstead but that night I decided not to go out. I just wanted to stay home, chill, and play some video games, FIFA. At twelve thirty in the morning, I received a phone call from my friend, Harold.
Harold said, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? Are you going out tonight?”
“No,” I replied, “I am going to stay home, hang out and play video games.”
Harold said, “Alright, I 'm coming over in few.”
I replied, “Alright man, I 'm waiting for you.”
I hung up the phone and waited for Harold. Harold lived about four blocks away from me. So I knew he would have been here in no more than ten minutes. An hour has gone by and Harold …show more content…
I ask him who did this to him and he pointed to the house where the guys lived. I use to see those guys outside all the time, so I knew what to expect. I walked over to the house and a guy came and opens the door.
I asked, “Who did this to my man?”
They guy at the door said, “I didn’t do it. I was just there but I had nothing to do with it. I 'm just in town to visit.”
I said angrily, “Why are you lying? I don 't believe you.”
The more the guy kept talking, trying to convince me he wasn 't a part of it, the angrier I became. I could tell he was scared but my fury overpowered my conscious. I got on the phone and called three of my friend and told them to come over and what happened. The next thing I knew I black out. I grabbed the guys and dragged him outside and started beating him up. When my friends came, they jumped into the fight. My friend grabbed one of the bikes and smashed the guy with it. As we were beating him up, I got back to senses and started to feel bad. I realized he said he had nothing to do with the fight and started to think maybe he didn 't have anything to do with …show more content…
My family was the one there for me the whole time. They visited me, put the money for my commissary, and gave me hope. My mother tried to be strong for me. She came and tried to smile when I know deep inside she was hurting. I knew I wasn’t in this by myself; my family was in this with me.
People always talked bad about jail, but I didn’t know what to expect. I just knew I had to keep my head up for whatever that’s coming. While I was in jail, I saw people from my neighborhood that I was raised with. I also started working out. I meet some of my Haitian people and started speaking creole with them. I tried to make the best out of my situation and adjusted. However, the food was horrible. I had to get up every day at five in the morning for count. I had no freedom. Being in jail, open up my mind and made me realize I would never want to be in a situation like that ever again.
I understand the importance of freedom. I didn 't appreciate the little things in life like getting up when I wanted, eating whatever and whenever I wanted or moving around how I want. It is a blessing; those who are facing life in prison will never have that freedom again. I used to take my freedom for granted. My experience in jail really opened up my eyes. I started to understand what Martin Luther King and Malcolm X were fighting
One Saturday night I was chilling at my house. Every Friday and Saturday I would go to this club called Aqua in Hempstead but that night I decided not to go out. I just wanted to stay home, chill, and play some video games, FIFA. At twelve thirty in the morning, I received a phone call from my friend, Harold.
Harold said, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? Are you going out tonight?”
“No,” I replied, “I am going to stay home, hang out and play video games.”
Harold said, “Alright, I 'm coming over in few.”
I replied, “Alright man, I 'm waiting for you.”
I hung up the phone and waited for Harold. Harold lived about four blocks away from me. So I knew he would have been here in no more than ten minutes. An hour has gone by and Harold …show more content…
I ask him who did this to him and he pointed to the house where the guys lived. I use to see those guys outside all the time, so I knew what to expect. I walked over to the house and a guy came and opens the door.
I asked, “Who did this to my man?”
They guy at the door said, “I didn’t do it. I was just there but I had nothing to do with it. I 'm just in town to visit.”
I said angrily, “Why are you lying? I don 't believe you.”
The more the guy kept talking, trying to convince me he wasn 't a part of it, the angrier I became. I could tell he was scared but my fury overpowered my conscious. I got on the phone and called three of my friend and told them to come over and what happened. The next thing I knew I black out. I grabbed the guys and dragged him outside and started beating him up. When my friends came, they jumped into the fight. My friend grabbed one of the bikes and smashed the guy with it. As we were beating him up, I got back to senses and started to feel bad. I realized he said he had nothing to do with the fight and started to think maybe he didn 't have anything to do with …show more content…
My family was the one there for me the whole time. They visited me, put the money for my commissary, and gave me hope. My mother tried to be strong for me. She came and tried to smile when I know deep inside she was hurting. I knew I wasn’t in this by myself; my family was in this with me.
People always talked bad about jail, but I didn’t know what to expect. I just knew I had to keep my head up for whatever that’s coming. While I was in jail, I saw people from my neighborhood that I was raised with. I also started working out. I meet some of my Haitian people and started speaking creole with them. I tried to make the best out of my situation and adjusted. However, the food was horrible. I had to get up every day at five in the morning for count. I had no freedom. Being in jail, open up my mind and made me realize I would never want to be in a situation like that ever again.
I understand the importance of freedom. I didn 't appreciate the little things in life like getting up when I wanted, eating whatever and whenever I wanted or moving around how I want. It is a blessing; those who are facing life in prison will never have that freedom again. I used to take my freedom for granted. My experience in jail really opened up my eyes. I started to understand what Martin Luther King and Malcolm X were fighting