Unending Cycle

A white county jail prisoner yelled out my name as he saw me. He couldn't believe that I was still in custody. After all, that was his third time coming back to the jail within a year. I still remembered him telling me that he was going to change his life in the GED class a few months ago. He was in his fifties. He would get out again soon, but when would he be back again? That was the question.

For me, my cycle of violence and incarceration ended when I'd decided to change my life. There is no compromise. For many others, they'll continue to suffer the unending cycle of incarceration. Let's hope they'll find their way one day.
I believe everyone has the ability to change for the better.