Nov. 8, 2011
by Gregory Barnes Watson

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October 31, 2011

Hello World!

In my next blog, I'll share with you what happened when orientation ended and I had to mingle with my fellow felons in San Quentin.

This week, well, my heart is heavy. I will turn 51 on November 6th. That's 25 birthdays behind bars. No cake. No presents. It really sucks. It truly is another day on the calendar. I suppose I could count the new grey hairs, but that's depressing.

Every year when a birthday or holiday approaches, it's too easy to wander down the "poor me" lane, to wallow in the pity party of my making. But then I think of my victim and what she does not have. Yes. We were both involved in the dangerous world of drug dealing, but she did not deserve to die. No one does, regardless of the circumstances. She will never celebrate another birthday. She cannot even count the grey in her hair. And what weighs as heavy on me is what I did to her family. Her children and grandchildren are without a cornerstone in their lives. Instead of a celebration of life, there is grief.

No cake. No presents.

All things considered, I do not have the right to complain. I only have a duty to make amends, to do the impossible, and try to ease their pain, if it only means being a better man. I don't need cake nor presents. What I need—and believe I have—is God's grace. With it, it is sufficient to make it through each holiday and to fulfill my goals.

Thanks for checking in on me.

Sincerely,
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Gregory Barnes Watson
D-67547 C-Gym-118-M
PO Box 409060
Ione, CA 95640

Novel: A Thundering Wind
https://www.amazon.com/Thundering-Wind-Gregory-Barnes-Watson/dp/0615379443

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