Not many people know when or where they will die. In fact, most people try not to think or talk about death at all. It's considered morbid and it's depressing, right? Possibly. But it's also reality. As sure as one lives, eventually one will die. So I have begun to ponder what will be remembered about me when I die? You see, I have been told that I will die in prison. Convicted of 1st degree murder at the age of 17 for a crime I didn't commit, sentenced to life in prison without parole, my future looks bleak to say the least. I have been fighting for my freedom for over 12 years now. I have been screaming "I'm innocent" at the top of my lungs for years now and being unheard. I have been waiting for some glimmer of deliverance. For the actual truth about my conviction to finally set me free. Well, I am still waiting. And I realize that as God wakes me up each day and I continue to fight and I wait, there is still another enemy I have yet to conquer----time.
Time keeps ticking. Time refuses to stand still. Time is passing and while I have lost my freedom, I have not lost my life. That means I still have time to make a difference. Time to have my story heard. Time to use my life to help someone else's life. So instead of this blog being dedicated to just sharing my life story or experiences, I have been inspired to use it as a mentoring opportunity to help you boys understand what real manhood is. Without proper guidance, little boys can grow up with distorted perceptions of what makes a man. As someone who grew from a boy to a man in a cement garden, I want to set the record straight. So let's talk manhood...........more posts coming soon.
A life for a life,
Sir Robert
