New Day

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Submitted: December 11, 2014

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New Day

Wow! Who would have taken the chance I just took? I bought a one way ticket to a city that I know nothing about without one hundred fifty dollars left to my name. Thats not enough for anything these days, but I’m mentally prepared for this journey. I’m in a new city, starting a new life, and I’m a new man. Thinking back to what got me to this point is motivation in itself. I came a long way just to escape hell.

Before I left my home town, I asked God to get my path ready because all I had at that point was my faith and a few cans of tuna. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew where I came from, and I could not turn back. My fate was sealed when I got on that Greyhound bus. It was an eight hour drive to my destination, so I had plenty of time to think. I thought about situations in my past that people could only see in the movie theaters. I would laugh to myself and shake my head while trying to hold my tears back.

I had just lost everything I ever worked hard for. The company I owned went bankrupt, my home got repossessed’,  my fiance left me, my car got stolen, and my insurance company refused to pay the claim. I call it karma. It was payback for all the people I robbed in my past, for all the money I have ever stolen, for all the drugs I have ever sold, and for all the people I have ever duct tape and tortured. I hit rock bottom, and I burned so many bridges that I had no one to call for help. All I could rely on was my bottle of Hennessey. A bottle of alcohol would cure the pain, I thought.

I would sit alone in the dark with my only friend, a bottle of Hennessey. My mind would wander and spiral from one place to the next. “Somebody has to feel my pain!” “Who should I rob to get back on my feet?” I sat there holding my gun trying to keep myself  from killing someone while drinking and smoking cigarette after cigarette until a light bulb went off in my head. I told myself, “Just let go.”

I came to the conclusion that my mind was exhausted. I didn’t want to do any of those horrible things anymore. I want to live a normal and peaceful life, and I don’t want anything to do with my old life. It was at that moment I decided to leave everything I have ever known and start a new life. Sometimes you have to put iron in the fire before it becomes a polished sword so here I am. I’m in a new city, starting a new life, and I’m a new man.

 


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