🔵 By Ernest Morris. Photo by lauragrafie.
Throughout my life there have been moments in which I was down & out, depressed, feeling lost, confused and even worried. Then out of nowhere, I meed someone or am contacted by someone I least suspect and hope is restored. On November 18, 2024, I had one of those moments. I had been struggling with my spirituality, worried about how things would work out with my appeal, concerned that what I was doing in life has blocked or will continue to block my blessings.
Then on the night of November 18th, upon returning to the prison cell assigned to me, I see mail on the floor. My first thought was: who could this be? I wasn’t expecting anything, nor do I receive mail on a regular basis.
I grabbed the mail and looked to see if I recognized the name on the return address. I had not. I opened the letter and began to read. It was an invitation to express myself on a foreign platform. Wow, I thought. I would have never guessed in a million years that someone would contact me with such an opportunity. Let alone, care enough about what I had to say to give me such an outlet.
I had been out of the practice of writing for a while now for several reasons. However, receiving that piece of mail motivated me to want to start back up again. Especially, with all of the topics out there to talk about since the results of the United States presidential election.
I say all that to say: No matter how much you may think no one cares, or how insignificant you may think you are, continue to stay positive, continue to believe you are worthy, continue to call out, reach out and make efforts to connect. Someone will answer, someone will come, someone will be sent. When you least suspect it.