Well, I came home and I accepted my past mistakes. I moved on. In the past 11 years I have created a safe place for my rescue dogs. I originally came here to just rescue dogs, but found a greater need. I volunteered after Katrina and helped gut and rebuild homes for people. I helped restore the 4th district police department. I have found happiness in art and volunteer work. I looked for the positive in every situation.
When I came home, I had nothing. Now, years later, police commanders and their families come over for dinner. Even a few movie stars (a few live in my neighborhood) have dropped by my house. In my little neighborhood, I have become the person that you can depend on. The trust my community has given to me is humbling. Out of the 1300 homes, I have keys to 431 of them. I am their dog and house sitter.
It has not always been so. I had a long road to walk to become trusted. I am one of the weird ones on the registry; I think If I did not wind up on it, I would not be the same man. Today I love my self.
While some would keep me in the past, I do not live there. I live the life I want to live. It is full and rich. I do not let hurdles stand in my way and I obey the letter of the law.
As my probation draws to a close, I find myself both excited and nervous. Excited about the fact that I can go and visit places in this wonderful country; nervous, because one tiny little hiccup, and this could start all over again for me.
I think it needs to be mentioned what my crime was. I had consensual sex with a 17-year 11-month 2-week-old young girl when I was 37. It was wrong and I fully accept the responsibility for my choice. I am not defined by my past, but rather by what I do today in light of my tomorrows.
“I” choose my future, “I” choose my path, “I” choose happiness. I wish you all well.