On March 5th, 2005 I was falsely accused of murder and put on death row. I felt like the world had collapsed around me and every ounce of hope was now gone. There was nothing else I could do. I will spend my last 10 years of life in prison cell isolated from society.
The First Year: Day after day, month after month, all I could think about was this awful situation I was put in. Why me? I felt hopeless and thought that there was nothing I could do. As the year went on, my sadness, hopelessness and frustration turned into extreme anger. By the end of my first year I determined that I would do whatever was necessary to get out of this place.
The Second Year: During the second year I began to plan a strategy. I started to make friends that had connections for smuggling things into prison. I didn’t believe trying to break out in a loud, violent manor was going to get me out of here. There were too many guards to fight off. A more sneaky plan would have to be put in place. One idea being to smuggle in a small chisel and slowly start chipping away the concrete wall to form a tunnel. …show more content…
So the painfully slow process had begun. During the day I began chiseling small pieces of concrete away. At night I was not able to chisel because it was quite enough to hear a pin drop. They would have heard me for sure. Every day I would continue to chip away the concrete during the day and rest at night. I concealed the chipped concrete by making the tunnel under my bed. Hopefully, nobody would think to check
The First Year: Day after day, month after month, all I could think about was this awful situation I was put in. Why me? I felt hopeless and thought that there was nothing I could do. As the year went on, my sadness, hopelessness and frustration turned into extreme anger. By the end of my first year I determined that I would do whatever was necessary to get out of this place.
The Second Year: During the second year I began to plan a strategy. I started to make friends that had connections for smuggling things into prison. I didn’t believe trying to break out in a loud, violent manor was going to get me out of here. There were too many guards to fight off. A more sneaky plan would have to be put in place. One idea being to smuggle in a small chisel and slowly start chipping away the concrete wall to form a tunnel. …show more content…
So the painfully slow process had begun. During the day I began chiseling small pieces of concrete away. At night I was not able to chisel because it was quite enough to hear a pin drop. They would have heard me for sure. Every day I would continue to chip away the concrete during the day and rest at night. I concealed the chipped concrete by making the tunnel under my bed. Hopefully, nobody would think to check