Hello. How is the Speak Up family doing? I miss you, and I’m sorry. I’m in the New York State Prison in Mid-State Correctional Facility.
I have two years more years to go. Please keep me in your prayers.
Your Old Friend,
Remember that notebook I filled with my writings, I want that to become a book. Can Speak Up publish it?
Tell everyone at Speak Up that prison is bad. The time I’ve been here, people try to rape me and call me all kind of names like “faggot” and “you’re gay” and “we hate you” and “we hate people like you.”
I’m hurting right now. Sometimes I feel like killing myself, but I don’t. The only thing keeping me alive is Jesus.
pray for me,
You have some good people that are in prison for the wrong choices. But people don’t see this. People think about the bad things that they done, and think they are just bad.
My parents taught me right from wrong. I got A’s and B’s and some C’s and D’s in school. When I was 17 I saw my friends having fun and smoking and coming in late. I wanted the same things they were doing, so I ran away and went to New York to try the street life. Drugs, drinking and sex and messed up my life for 25 years.
I’m being honest,
I’m in prison for the choice I chose to make at the time.
I chose wrong and not right. I was in New York City visiting, and I ran out of money. Instead of asking someone for $60 so I could get on the bus back home, I went into someone’s apartment and stole money.
That choice sent me to prison for five years.
We lost another inmate this weekend. The officer that was working that day was provoking this inmate, and he got tired of it and threw a blanket over her head. The other inmates tried to stop him, but things got heated. Some officers came in and took the inmate that put the blanket over the female officer’s head and beat him to death.
The inmate died! So another inmate is dead this year. Speak Up family, please keep that inmate’s family in prayer.
I was just told by the doctor I have leukemia cancer, and I may have five years to live. But I know God has me in His care, and I’ll trust God and not man. The doctor said I was battling with leukemia for two years now. I guess it runs in my family. My mother died from it. But I’m okay. Just need a lot of love and people to write me. Write me, people, so I will not worry about my cancer. Please.
Please ask someone to send me soap and candy and chips and cookies. Most people don’t have the time for us prisoners but maybe someone reading this will help me.
i’m very lonely,
Please don’t forget about me.
Jesus said, “When I was in prison, you came to me or you sent me the things I need like money or food, like candy and cookies, and chips and soap. And you said to Jesus, ‘When have I done this to you?’ And Jesus will say, ‘When you took care of Fredrick, my man of God, you did it to me, Jesus.’”
your old friend,