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The System is a Maneating Mechanisms, once you are in it your Life is basically Destroyed. First and foremost you are no longer a private Citizen anymore, they now have All your pertinent Information on a Database, they are just about able to track you like GPS. Secondly once you’ve made it to Prison your Life is shot. Very rarely do the System Rehabilitate any one from their Transgressions, once you are in you become a product of your Environment. Most of the time you leave with a worse Mentality. I once worked for a Chef who learned his Craft in Prison, he also became a Minister while in there. That is like being hit with a Bolt of Lightning twice, his case is beyond Rare. He used to be a Drug Kingpin flooding the Streets of New Jersey with Cocaine. Talking about Born Again, the Bible says no Man is beyond Redemption. “All have Sinned , and come short of the Glory of God” ( Rom.3:23, KJV) I work as a Contract Employee in a Justice System, if I continued my Youthful Life into Adulthood I would not be able to work within the System. My last Residency was in a Community that did a Criminal Background check. With a Misdemeanor I would not have my Job, or live in a Private Community.  Incidentally the Justice System is busier than Wallmart. I was Energized to write this Blog when I found out that the young Man who Randomly killed four People in Seminole Florida reads my Blogs in his Cell.

One of my Motivations for writing Blogs is to reach out to Problematic Kids to let them know that if someone like me can overcome my Minions and turn my Life around anyone can do the same. Also to the Parents of Problematic Children, I would like to Emphasize to you that Communication is your greatest Tool, not shouting and Browbeating. A wise Man once said ” it is easier to raise a Boy than to mend a broken Man. My Philosophy is if there is nothing in the form of Learning and Teaching that you can impart to the next Generation. Then you have not truly Lived, only Existed. If I am not mistaken the youngest Murder was Eight years old and lived in Florida. However because of his Age he wasn’t Arrested and charged. He was released to his Parents Custody and so in my research I could find no mention of it. However I did find information on another youthful Monster.

Lionel Alexander Tate (born January 30, 1987) is the youngest American citizen ever sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. In January 2001, when Tate was 13, he was convicted of first-degree murder for the 1999 battering death of 6-year-old Tiffany Eunick in Broward County, Florida. What brought these two Murderers to my interest is me wanting to warn Bent and Broken Youngsters that The rest of your Life is in your Hands. My Youth ran Parallels with yours, from eight years old to fourteen the only thing I didn’t do was to commit Murder. Though I came very close many times, and once almost an Accidental Suicide, Dismantling Shotgun Shells.

I don’t go to Church every Sunday, although I should be Preaching the Gospel. My Life is the perfect example that People can change and disputes the Theory, as a Twig is bent so shall it grow. My Mother was a Desirable Woman but after being Burned so many times she Shyed away from Men, ” once Bitten twice Shy” she Dedicated herself to Raising her two Sons. All the Graciousness and Piety that she had Acquired she Bestowed it on us, prepping us for a better Life than she had, first and Foremost was to get the Education she was denied. Etiquette, Politeness and Reverence was practiced at the Dinner Table and on the Street. When she Dressed us for School the Teachers thought we were Rich Kids, poorer than a Church Mouse we were. Life delt her a Losing Hand she developed asthma as a Child, the older she got the worse it became. When I was nine Years old she spent more time in the Hospital than at Home I was forced to spend time with Family Members who forgot that she helped in raising them. They had an Aire of Superiority towards us because they made it to College, Education makes fool of those without Common Sense. While Living with the Upper Crust I once went to the Refrigerator with my Hungry self and took a glass of Milk, my older Cousin who was in College took off his Belt three inches wide and whipped me like an Animal calling me a thief. He beat me so badly if I was fourteen when he abused me over a Glass of Milk I would have stuck a knife in him. All my good upbringing and Christian teaching was out the Door, over a Glass of Milk.

That Idiot could not see that I was one step from Starvation. The Asthma kept Mother from working a steady Job, always in the Hospital. When she saw the Welts on me she would have Killed him but the Asthma put great Limitations on her. After that Horrendous Beating my Head was turned around, I became her greatest Challenge. As a result of her poor Health we were on the Fringes of Destitution. All the good that she had done for her Family was forgotten. They treated us like Vagrants, so did the Church Brothers, no one threw us a Crust of Bread. Being a Man-child I couldn’t stand by and watch us Starve. I would Trespass on People’s Land and bring back Food. I decided that If I was going to get Abused for a Glass of Milk I might as well go Big or go Home to Starvation. I became a Sneak Thief, I would Pose as someone willing to help out in the Neighbourhood Stores sweeping up and breaking down Boxes. All the time I had one Eye on the Cash regesters.

I would only remove small Change, so not to be Apprehended. Until one Evening I was caught In a Church Brothers Shoe Repair Shop, only Nine years old that so Called Brother Beat me with a Rope big enough to tie down a Ship. After the Abuse he turned his Back, I saw a huge Ice Pick, I had my Hand on it, my Intenet was to Pierce his Heart, God removed my Hand from it and so he Lived. Can you imagine Committing Murder at Nine years old. That was the Person my Mother had the Job of turning around for the next ten years. Those two Beatings did not Rehabilitate me, they Hardened me. I was only Ten  years old when I followed the Neighbourhood Drug Dealer into the Woods un-noticed to where his Drugs and Cash was Hidden, this was my new Cash Cow.

Again I would only remove small amounts of Cash, we were never Hungry again. I was Mother’s little Man, I never gave her all the Spoils so not to cause Suspicions. I told her the money came from Sweeping up Stores. I was on a Suicide Trip, the Dealer noticed the Missing Cash and Knew he had to make an Example of the Bold One. That year Mother got wind of a job in another Town, we moved out of the Neighbourhood before the Dealer caught up with me, Once again God Interceded. He wasn’t doing all of this for Me, it was her he was Looking out for because she was a Devout Christian, while me being a Deviant. I was no Blessing to Her I was a wannabe Badass, and was I ever. When I was Thirteen I got into a fight with an eighteen years Biker Boy. I chased him to his Door with a fifteen inch Kitchen Knife. That same Night I strung a Clothes Line across the Road when I knew he was coming Home. His Bike crashed and Burned, He wore a Neck brace for nine Months. That was the closest I got to committing Murder. It’s an absolute shame how you can pour all your resources in a Child and they go astray, I was the perfect example. My advice to Juveniles Delinquents is you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life or Chicken Shit, the Choice is yours. I chose the Salad. By the time I got to High School I quit playing Robinhood and never had another fight for the rest of my Life. I was such a Fierce Fighter, it was too easy for me to Commit Murder. At Eighteen the Black Panther Party Recruited me, on the way to be Indoctrinated the Safe House blew up killing two. God has been Good to me. As the Song goes “Save Yourself, cause I can’t even save Myself”.