Workaholics are not all perfect..Families do suffer the cost of quality ambiguous to ambition and desperate measures. What happens when the cost of quality betrays you to a bad decision. GUILTY by accountability because you were in a dream so big it made you gullible to perception.
Yes, integrity is a console of the past but still lingers in my heart and mental intellect as my inner circle of friends and family have written a hundred letters of morale but not enough to escape a sentence.
"Weeping like the weeping willow tree of love" , this thread commands a traumatic change of lifestyle and health to reinforce the principal of my free will and community support. An ambitious decision in the hands of the justice system. An error that cannot be retracted, now heartbreakinly a sorrow of reform, Please hear my cry and give me inner strenght to sustain the trauma of a cell and maybe a year's worth of time or an expensive lawyer with a 2 week suspension and house arrest. Suspicions now branded against my chest, my business role and ethics now subjected to judgement of all. What am I to conclude, not to jest, but to break down the barriers of my stubborn nature and pride and inhibit a change to my consciouness. Sensitivity, and courage are traits to hold on to for there will be light at the end of the tunnell..so I whisper to time now..Free me and hinder me not for my heart is wiser to myself and my family..
Still a citizen of the United States where my honor may be shredded, a flag I must still represent, bridges to cross and a parole to witness, my brutal ways lost but unsure of the future and what work will represent..One day at a time to face and overcome my anger and extreme behavior, lost in a cell, facing my troubles, hence I must face my own truths and administer a change.
Imagine-Imagine-inside the head of a dearly beloved brother!
"I have a Dream" : was the famous words of Martin Luther King, here in America..The sleeper has awakened..Let the dreamer live and abandon the thinking of a corrupt scene..Never thought the civil rights movement would touch my life. I guess this is my Tennessee story! This is not an insult to those who have faced a history but a salvage for the next generations of free souls.
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