For the last three years I have been speaking about the changes that CHEC Pro will bring to the poor and underserved population. However, I often fail to tell of the changes it has brought to my life and now I would like to share some of that with you all.
The concept for CHEC was the beginning of the many changes it would bring to my life. You see, up until June of 1996, I was just another screw-up wasting God’s precious air. Here I was on my third year of a six year prison sentence for armed robbery. I used to believe that by robbing drug dealers and putting them out of business I was doing something honorable for my community. Not realizing how much damage I was doing to the community. June 1996 found me battered and bruised from the past 14 months of prison transfers and beatings from correction officers in every prison I went to. Let me tell you, prison life isn’t what most civilians think it is. I was given the opportunity to be around other inmates during a transfer when I ran into a kid that grew up in my old neighborhood and my life hasn’t been the same since.
During a recreation period, I overheard a conversation that sounded eerily like a story of one of my past exploits, and it prompted me to go investigate. There was Derrick, a kid from my old neighborhood, bragging about the how tough his block was because it was home to me and my old cohorts. I had to pull him aside and tell him how not to speak about me as if I was some sort of hero, and advised him not to waste his time in prison like this. We spoke about his sentence, him being more constructive, staying out of trouble. After that, I went to my cell got on my knees and cried like a baby. I begged God to forgive me of sins and grant me the way to fix the mess I have made. You see, Derrick was doing 10 years for armed robbery, he was 19 years old, and I was the first person to hand him a gun.
Why didn’t I see how much that boy looked up to me? Why didn’t I realize how much influence I had among the people that knew me? If it wasn’t for me this child probably would never have known the horrors of prison life. I cried myself to sleep that night. I remember dreaming of four letters that night (C-H-E-C). When I awoke the next morning, I took some paper towels and began writing the concept of CHEC, and by the time I was finished I knew God answered my plea. I knew my life had changed and I would never be a screw-up again, because I had to become the man that will be able to make this a reality.
Until next time… God bless!
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