Showing posts with label physical fitness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label physical fitness. Show all posts

Saturday, December 19, 2015

‘What Makes Me Different?’



Sunday, November 29, 2015

I received a random, anonymous inquiry recently asking me what it was that made me different from every other criminal that is in prison. The writer went on to say that I took people’s lives and that I deserved to be here. They added that I was using my looks and my education to overshadow the fact that I was a murderer.

Take a moment and imagine me sitting in my 6’x8’ cubicle after a long day of work and opening that piece of correspondence. I was visibly shaken and immediately crumbled up the letter and dropped it into my trash bin. I took a long shower and cried my eyes out, not because this person is right, but rather – because I needed to be reminded of my actions. I do this on my own, every single day. I will always have shame in my heart for the fact that my decisions and actions resulted in, and contributed to people dying. I have never made excuses for that.

Once I got myself together and had a moment to really think about what this person had said, I realized that there is indeed a lot that makes me very different from other criminals in this prison. Unless someone actually lives and breathes in this place, and associates with the men who call this place “home”, it would be difficult for them to really understand. There are many things that set me, and a few others – apart.

1.   Outside love and support
Very few prisoners have the love and support of family and friends. It is an amazing thing to know that there are people who care for and love you. It gives me at least, a bigger reason to get up and be better and to love and care for others in return. The visits, the phone calls and the endless letters; all of these things remind me that I am a human being and I am not just another inmate in orange.

2.   “Murderer”
Contrary to what the author of this anonymous letter asserts, I do not and cannot classify myself as a murderer. There is no argument that my actions had a correlating effect on the fact that that 3 innocent people lost their lives. I own, and take responsibility for that.
The difference, the distinguishing factor is that I did not go out that evening with intent or malice. As tragic as the event was, it was truly an accident. I think that fact alone, sets me apart from someone who willfully puts a gun to another person’s head and pulls the trigger or intentionally runs someone over with malice in their heart.

3.   Career Criminal
I am not a career criminal like so many men in this place. I do not spend my days mapping out or planning ways to commit the same crimes – but in a much better way. Many men in prison sincerely believe that they only have to steal or cheat in order take fast money.

4.   Corrupted Mind
Rather than adopting a criminal way of thinking, I have learned how to stay ahead of it and – understand it. It is bizarre to realize that I am surrounded by men who are inclined to believe that because they see and want something, they are entitled to simply ‘take’ it. They will lie, cheat and manipulate others to get what they want – and at the same time, convince themselves that it is "okay" in order to validate their actions. It is really quite pathological when you sit back and watch it all unfold.

5.   Looks Aren’t Everything
The way that I look is completely out of my control. I can however lead a healthy lifestyle despite the environment in here. Because of this, I appear healthy. The majority of men in prison are ravaged by drug use, homelessness, laziness and a few other not so pretty things. I have been lucky enough to be able to take care of myself and for me, physical fitness has always been a big part of me life, even before coming to prison.
I have never believed that I am better looking than anyone else. I am really not that superficial. In general, I am accustomed to being scrutinized on my appearance – so why would I do that same thing to someone else?

6.   The intelligent factor
My education was a very good one, thanks to my mom. I had very little influence on where to go, or what to do with regard to my education and I am so glad for that now. Yes – I am educated, cultured and pretty worldly. It’s a part of who I am and cannot change that.

This entry is not intended to change people’s minds about me, but rather, to enlighten some readers on the fact that there are distinctive differences between me and the typical inmate. I do understand why it is that I am in prison. My goal is simply to help others understand that sometimes, extraordinary and horrible accidents can happen to individuals who are not intentional criminals.  If I have managed to empower just one person with this new understanding, then I have succeeded in writing this for everyone to read.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

‘The Adonis Revelation’


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

I read this book titled “The AdonisComplex” over the weekend. When I began reading the book, I maintained an open mind as I believe I know people suffering from this. As I delved deeper into the text however, I became acutely aware of the fact that I too, am exhibiting characteristics of this complex.

There is no point denying the fact that I grew up as a very secure and confident young man. Unlike most however, I somehow lost all of that confidence in my early to mid teens. I literally had to start out at ground zero in terms of rebuilding myself. Though challenging, I think that I have finally gotten to a decent place both mentally and emotionally. Physically, I am fine with how I look and I love my body. I am complimented constantly and my workouts are mimicked regularly by others. Isn’t that imitation supposed to register a high form of flattery?

The problem is not what is on the outside though, it is what is on the inside. And that is one of the biggest problems many people have today. Our cosmetically superficial traits are directly linked to our deeper, inner personal insecurities. 

Take me for instance. I receive compliments on my appearance, how much I have grown, matured etc. All of that is good, but it doesn’t really register with me. It all kind of goes in one ear and out the other. The things that do stay with me, the things that register, are the negative comments about my flaws. My reaction is to always counter any compliment or positive feedback with a negative thought that I may have. It is a scary revelation because it’s all very connected. 

Let’s see if you can relate in any way to how I combat things mentally….


  • When people say that I have grown and matured so much, I hear them. But my thinking voice is wondering if they know how much I keep bottled up inside though? Really, that is all I do now so, if that is a sign of growth and maturity, then yes, I have excelled at that without a doubt.

  • When people say I am looking good, well I hear that too. I do not believe those compliments though. Instead, I see a follically challenged man, with horrendous combination skin damaged by the sun and a face that is aged by the anxiety and stress of prison.


I don’t know how I have missed all these blatant counter attacks on myself all this time. This book has opened more doors for me – and at the same time, slapped me in the face. The big question it raised is of course: do I love myself? The answer is ‘yes’ – but I have realized that I have conditions to that self-love. 

That is something that I need to work on. Alas, I am seriously a constant work in progress.