Greetings to everyone,
34 years. It doesn't even sound like a real number to me. Not
when one really thinks about being in a jail cell for that long.
All these years and I swear, I still think sometimes I'll wake up
from this nightmare in my own bed, in my own home, with my family
in the next room. I would never have imagined such a thing. Surely
the only place people are unjustly imprisoned for 34 years is in
far away lands, books or fairy tales.
It's been that long since I woke up when I needed to, worked where
I wanted to, loved who I was supposed to love, or did what I was
compelled to do. It's been that long-long enough to see my children
have grandchildren. Long enough to have many of my friends and
loved ones die in the course of a normal life, while I was here
unable to know them in their final days.
So often in my daily life, the thought creeps in-"I don't deserve
this". It lingers like acid in my mouth. But I have to push those
types of thoughts away. I made a commitment long ago, many of
us did. Some didn't live up to their commitments, and some of us
didn't have a choice. Joe Stuntz didn't have a choice. Neither did