My name is David. Thank you so much for reading this. It means more to me than you will ever know. Because of my past, I don't expect anyone to read much further than my name, so thank you; you've already shown me more kindness than I ever expected or could ever deserve, and I am forever grateful. I could never describe the depth of the hopelessness I feel in this moment. I'd give anything to be able to show you the contents of my heart so that you could see for yourself and know for sure that the distance between the terrible things that I did in my past, and who I truly am in my heart is wider than the ocean, but how do I make words so small possibly show you something so big and so far beyond them?
This is my curse, knowing that these words can't show you the one thing I wish you could see most: my heart. If they could, you'd see someone who'd make friends with a can of paint if it didn't have one. Someone who'd rather make someone laugh than make a dollar. Someone who'd give anything for the people he loves or someone in need. This is who I am in my heart—this and so much more. So if you have a good sense of humor and an open and understanding heart, we already have the most essential things in common. Let's learn what else we might share.
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