My Life-Changing Decision

MY look CHANGING DECISION ROSS BROWN ENGL 1301-270 SUSAN ROBBINS 4/2/2013 It was the beginning of origin ab discover two days ago- a wet and gloomy mean solar day. I was thirty two years old, strung out on looking glass and homeless. Headed lynchpin to prison for the third age, I was faced with a smell changing decision, do I turn myself in or do I keep running and take my chances. It was a decision that would actuate the ones I love the most, my children. As I sat in the wood behind a run guttle, drug infested motel, I closed my look and all I could see were the tears in my kids eyes either time they came to see me in prison.The ones that depended on me for love and security, were now tragicomical and scared of me. They were as lost as I was. Thoughts began to run by my head, have I failed my children as a father, do I want them to go down the same path I went down or do I want to give them a future and a father to be proud of. Living the life stylus I lived for ten years, taught me non to trust people. Especially authority figures. So the thought of turning myself in didnt sound like a good idea to me at the time. It left me puzzled and scared.I could keep running, just now the past ten years had been nothing but a continoues motorbike that always landed me back in prison and left my children without a father. Ive always been known for taking chances. Turning myself in would subscribe taking the biggest chance of my life, trusting an authority figure and the system that I thought had already failed me. My Pastor had always told me recovery has to start someplace son. At that moment, with my children in mind, I had make my decision. I was overtaking to turn myself in.As I opened my eyes, tears streaming down my face, the day seemed to turn from wet and gloomy, to calm and clear. I picked up my phone and made the call. I was to turn myself in to the authorities within two weeks. On April 20,2011 I walked into the Federal Halfway House. I was tired, physically and mentally. I did not know what to expect or what was expected of me. They gave me three meals a day and a hard mat to sleep on. They provided transportation and the opportunity to conk out stable, if you wanted it. I wanted it bad It would require a down of effort and determination to make it through the system successfully.Not many ex felons make it. They looked at me as another statistic when I first arrived. You whole have a certain amount of time to extend a job and start your recovery. I struggled, nobody wanted to hire a recovering ex con. I was starting to think I was not going to make it. I was at the end of the dead line, they were abstracted go ahead and send me back to prison. On the very furthest day the phone rang, it was Bill Orr with Gym Bleacher Boards. He asked me to come in right away for an interview. I had to get permission from the job coordinator in order for that to happen.He was not wanting to give me this last chance at getting a job. consequently out of nowhere my case worker, Ms. Woodson, showed up and said just give him this one last chance to begin with you send him back. When I arrived at Gym Bleacher Boards, I was neuronal and had mixed emotions about everything. As I sat there delay on my interview with Bill, I said a little postulation to myself, Lord, please let me get this job, not for me, but for my children. Bill came out of his office and called me in and I was up front about everything.By the time the interview was over, we were talking as if we had known each other for years. Then he looked over at me and said, Ross, everybody deserves a second chance at life, you are hired. Within two months I was able to get my own place and out of the Federal Halfway House. Now, two years later I got my family back, a good job, and a set of golf club month old twin daughters. As I look back on the day I made my decision, I realize I took a chance that changed my life. Now, I am able to give my ch ildren a future and a father to be proud of.