About 25 years ago, after I came out of jail and I started my new life, I was with my new girlfriend out shopping, enjoying my newfound life. I was sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette, and it was a sunny day, and this woman came walking up to me; she was smiling at me.I recognized her. I stole money from her, quite a bit, and she knew I did that. She came banging on my door screaming I did that. I was smiling when that happened because I didn’t care about it at all. She had a disability, a mental one. I still didn’t care. I was proud of myself that I did that and got some money to spend on my drug habit. Got away with that also.

She started asking me how I was doing, how my life was, and if I was happy. I couldn't believe it, what was she was doing; my mind was racing with all these thoughts and what happened between us. Meanwhile, I was trying to answer her questions, and then she left and she wished me all the best, smiling at me, and she meant it; it wasn’t fake.

I told my newfound girlfriend about it, and she said, Good, and she did that with an undertone. She knew about my past; I asked her. Why did she do that? She said, You don’t know why? I said no!! And she said, You think about why she did that. I am not going to tell you.

I still didn’t understand why she did it, and it took me a few days to figure it out. After everything that happened, she forgave me for it. After everything I put her through, she wished me a good life and hoped I was happy. Because she was a good person and had a good heart. I felt very ashamed about myself and what I did to her. I never did something like that again to somebody else after that. She changed my life with that little act that lasted maybe 5 min because she made me feel it.

The last two years I have been doubting that decision. I would have never met Autumn, and I would properly be on my island with my piña colada, enjoying my life by ripping off the good people in this world who think good will prevail over the bad.

I am an artist. I like to write, and I would like to leave a memory. When you read something of mine or see my art, I hope this will do that for a long time and make that lasting memory, like she did with me on that sunny day.

I will never forget what she did that day, something no jail time will ever accomplish: she made me feel responsible and showed me something money can’t buy you. And that’s forgiveness and being kind even after all I did to her. This woman, with all her disabilities, knew more about life than me. And it took her about 5 min to do that to me.

And this is how our story starts

Chapter One.

"The day God pressed Enter.."

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