My flip flops finally broke; my shower shoes – the cheap plastic shoes I was given on the night of August 18, 2008 on my arrival at the Henrico Jail. I kept those cheap shower shoes all this time. Yesterday, the strap finally broke. My friend Jackson (a yard trustee) got me a fresh pair from property.
That day was one of the worst days of my life. There’d been others: the night I cried as I begged my new wife to get help when she let her weight drop dramatically just six months after we married; the miscarriage on my 26th birthday; the final decree for divorce signed 29 years to the day of our first date; my sentencing. Bad days. Days I wondered if I’d make it.
I looked at the broken flip flop. That cheap shoe and I had been through a great deal. It held up through some tough days. So had I.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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