David is currently in the process of writing his first book, entitled The Road Home - Triumph Over Turmoil. After realizing his story resonates with people, he decided he wanted to get his story out to as many people as possible. His belief is that if he can help just one person by what he endured and put himself through, he will have done some good with a bad situation.
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As I lay there, I see a flashlight turn off. I hear the jingle of keys getting quieter. I then hear a door close. Here I am, laying on a cold metal bunk with a very thin blanket and no pillow. Not too much earlier, I had dinner that was hardly edible. I am just laying there, surrounded by 18 other people, but yet I felt so alone. How did I end up here? I never thought this is a place that I would ever be. How did I end up in JAIL?
When you are lying in the cell block on a very uncomfortable bunk, you have nothing but time to think about life and how you got here. That bunk was just several pieces of metal welded together and stacked right on top of each other to make a top and bottom bunk. Just cold metal that you laid a very thin mattress on and hope that maybe you could get some sleep. We got no pillow in jail either. I literally had to use a couple books that were in the pod to prop up my head. It could not have been more than 65 degrees in that cell so you can imagine how cold it would be without a blanket. That blanket was also very thin and did not do much to help keep me warm. I was so uncomfortable as I lay there trying to sleep that I just thought about all the things that got me here. So many emotions going through my head. This is the first time that I have been away from my daughter for more than a few days. It was not because I was on vacation. It was because of a very bad choice that I made. I literally am not able to see her because of my stupid choice. I felt frustrated, sad and like a failure. I need to get out of here! I need to make a change in my life!
That jingle of the keys were all but gone at this point as the guard was finishing making his final rounds of the hour. Those keys reminded me of the keys that janitors had when I was in school. We all know that sound right? The difference is those keys now represented my freedom. It represented the chains that I am no surrounded by as my freedom was taken away from me. As I was laying in that bunk hearing the sounds of the keys getting quieter, my mind just continued to run. I need to get out of here! I need to make a change in my life!
All of that sounds fine and dandy that I want to change, right? The issue is what do I need to change. I will tell you now that I was in jail because I had gotten my 2nd drunk driving and got 30 days in jail, 22 with good time. I know that does not seem like a lot, but it is. I could sit here and preach all day saying that I will not drink again, but that just sets me up for failure. I need to figure out exactly why I drink and make the change from there. The question can again sound simple, but it is much more difficult than you may think. I guess that is the only beauty when it comes to sitting in jail. You have nothing but time to think and assess where you are at.