July 23, 2014 at 2:10 p.m.
Convict is truly sorry
Letters to the Editor
To the editor:
I didn’t expect such an overview as a result from the letter to the editor I had sent in.
Though I know the purpose of my letter was misconceived, I can understand how it was taken as an excuse.
Honestly, society, it was truthfully my heartfelt attempt to increase neighborhood awareness of the kids of our community. I only wanted to be a progressive positive influence instead of a stain.
I was once disgraceful, once irresponsible, once a monster. Today, I’ve made huge strides to better myself. And as I’ve matured, I’ve really seen what a mess I was. Now I want to help, but don’t know how. And maybe it’s too soon for the community to believe my sincerity.
In the courtroom, during my sentencing with trembling hands, aching heart and a whole lot of tears, I apologized to all my victims’ families and friends. I apologized to the community for the fear I’ve forever created in our homes. I still am as sorry as the sorrowful could be. The word “sorry” isn’t enough to hold the weight of, or express the degree of, my apology. For me to apologize would again indicate the possibility of a “forgiveness” aspect. And I am yet to completely forgive myself, so how could any of you?
I could sent my certificates for certain enlightenment courses I’ve completed, give names of charities I’ve donated to (with the use of my artistic talents) or give you the addresses of people that I know believe in my attempts and endeavors to rehabilitate myself. But what is all of that when weight against the hurt I’ve caused?
Thank you for the advice, the pleasantries and the condolences. My title of “a seven-day convict” is a poetic portrayal of how once one is deemed a criminal they remain just that, a criminal, even on the days he/she is attempting to be “just.”
Regardless, I’m,
A seven-day convict
Roderick Berry
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I didn’t expect such an overview as a result from the letter to the editor I had sent in.
Though I know the purpose of my letter was misconceived, I can understand how it was taken as an excuse.
Honestly, society, it was truthfully my heartfelt attempt to increase neighborhood awareness of the kids of our community. I only wanted to be a progressive positive influence instead of a stain.
I was once disgraceful, once irresponsible, once a monster. Today, I’ve made huge strides to better myself. And as I’ve matured, I’ve really seen what a mess I was. Now I want to help, but don’t know how. And maybe it’s too soon for the community to believe my sincerity.
In the courtroom, during my sentencing with trembling hands, aching heart and a whole lot of tears, I apologized to all my victims’ families and friends. I apologized to the community for the fear I’ve forever created in our homes. I still am as sorry as the sorrowful could be. The word “sorry” isn’t enough to hold the weight of, or express the degree of, my apology. For me to apologize would again indicate the possibility of a “forgiveness” aspect. And I am yet to completely forgive myself, so how could any of you?
I could sent my certificates for certain enlightenment courses I’ve completed, give names of charities I’ve donated to (with the use of my artistic talents) or give you the addresses of people that I know believe in my attempts and endeavors to rehabilitate myself. But what is all of that when weight against the hurt I’ve caused?
Thank you for the advice, the pleasantries and the condolences. My title of “a seven-day convict” is a poetic portrayal of how once one is deemed a criminal they remain just that, a criminal, even on the days he/she is attempting to be “just.”
Regardless, I’m,
A seven-day convict
Roderick Berry
Pendleton[[In-content Ad]]
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