Monday, September 27, 2004
Choices
Welcome to this, your Blog. Thanks for your support. I have an incredible headache. Today I played some basketball games and it seems that all the sun has given me this pain.
Today, through this entry, I would like to apologize to a couple of people who deserve it. First of all my mom, because I disappointed her when I chose the wrong path in life, because she always worried and truly made an effort to give me all that I needed when I was growing up. Also, to my grandparents, because they gave me an exemplary rearing and most importantly, they gave me much love and I paid them this way. To my sons, because while being in prison I haven’t been able to be by their side to guide them in the right path, so they can be men of good when they grow up. I’ve lost great part of their life and I know that they really need me. And finally, to all my family, because they always supported me in everything and I know that I disappointed them.
Sincerely,
Pedro
You May Find a Bit of Joy in All that Happens in Life
Life may choose for us. Sometimes those choices seem to be sad and unfair, but in the end we control our own destiny, because we can decide how people and happenings affects us.
Most part of our joy depends on the choices we make. We can accept that life is not how we want it to be or we can change it to be whatever we want.
We can walk in the shadows or choose a smile and search for the sunlight. We can create great dreams that will never disappear or construct the dreams that will become a reality.
We can contemplate only our negative aspects or advance ourselves acting like our best friend. We can live in the past or dream about the future, or live in the present.
We can give in when our path becomes difficult, or we can go on until the panorama clears. The choices in life are limited and so is the potential of joy.
- Nancye Sims -
Today, through this entry, I would like to apologize to a couple of people who deserve it. First of all my mom, because I disappointed her when I chose the wrong path in life, because she always worried and truly made an effort to give me all that I needed when I was growing up. Also, to my grandparents, because they gave me an exemplary rearing and most importantly, they gave me much love and I paid them this way. To my sons, because while being in prison I haven’t been able to be by their side to guide them in the right path, so they can be men of good when they grow up. I’ve lost great part of their life and I know that they really need me. And finally, to all my family, because they always supported me in everything and I know that I disappointed them.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Life may choose for us. Sometimes those choices seem to be sad and unfair, but in the end we control our own destiny, because we can decide how people and happenings affects us.
Most part of our joy depends on the choices we make. We can accept that life is not how we want it to be or we can change it to be whatever we want.
We can walk in the shadows or choose a smile and search for the sunlight. We can create great dreams that will never disappear or construct the dreams that will become a reality.
We can contemplate only our negative aspects or advance ourselves acting like our best friend. We can live in the past or dream about the future, or live in the present.
We can give in when our path becomes difficult, or we can go on until the panorama clears. The choices in life are limited and so is the potential of joy.
- Nancye Sims -
Friday, September 24, 2004
About the Streets...
How are you, friends? I hope that you’re doing great. Thanks for the messages you’ve left in my Blog. I wish I could write here every day, but sadly I can only do it on Mondays and Fridays.
Do you remember what I mentioned in an earlier entry about the class I was taking about drugs (40 hour Program about Drugs)? Well, it’s proved to be very interesting and I’ve learned a lot. It’s really no use to use drugs. You’d have to take that class to figure out many things about drugs, alcohol and cigarets. I’ve never done drugs, alcohol, or cigarets and now even less with all that I’ve learned in this class. It’s not like I wanna seem like a saint, because I didn’t consume it, but I did sold it which I think it’s worst.
Sometimes I think about the people I sold them to, how many were left without paying a bill or worst yet, without taking food to their homes because they spent it all on drugs. I saw many people cry because they didn’t have all the money to buy the drugs. I saw many pretty girls trying to sell their bodies for drugs, people selling their home furniture and other things. Well, I saw many things. But out on the streets, I never thought about that, but in here I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect.
Well friends, this is all for now. Later.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Don’t Regret Your Past, Learn from It
Far away in the distant past lies the idea of that which once was and of how it determined who we are. We regret that which we didn’t do and we wish we could change that which we did wrong. What we do is look into the future.
We end up wasting our life in remorse, without noticing the good that is happening in the present. If we look into the future, we would surely find some happiness which will give value to our lives.
You could find comfort in the thoughts and actions of those around you. They will help you go through rough times and they will be glad for your good moments.
Anticipate more luminous days in your path. Perhaps complications will emerge and things will get bad, but remember your virtues. Keep your head up so that the whole world can see how special you are and keep going forward.
- Lauren Hall -
Do you remember what I mentioned in an earlier entry about the class I was taking about drugs (40 hour Program about Drugs)? Well, it’s proved to be very interesting and I’ve learned a lot. It’s really no use to use drugs. You’d have to take that class to figure out many things about drugs, alcohol and cigarets. I’ve never done drugs, alcohol, or cigarets and now even less with all that I’ve learned in this class. It’s not like I wanna seem like a saint, because I didn’t consume it, but I did sold it which I think it’s worst.
Sometimes I think about the people I sold them to, how many were left without paying a bill or worst yet, without taking food to their homes because they spent it all on drugs. I saw many people cry because they didn’t have all the money to buy the drugs. I saw many pretty girls trying to sell their bodies for drugs, people selling their home furniture and other things. Well, I saw many things. But out on the streets, I never thought about that, but in here I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect.
Well friends, this is all for now. Later.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Far away in the distant past lies the idea of that which once was and of how it determined who we are. We regret that which we didn’t do and we wish we could change that which we did wrong. What we do is look into the future.
We end up wasting our life in remorse, without noticing the good that is happening in the present. If we look into the future, we would surely find some happiness which will give value to our lives.
You could find comfort in the thoughts and actions of those around you. They will help you go through rough times and they will be glad for your good moments.
Anticipate more luminous days in your path. Perhaps complications will emerge and things will get bad, but remember your virtues. Keep your head up so that the whole world can see how special you are and keep going forward.
- Lauren Hall -
Monday, September 20, 2004
Locked up...
Hello friends. I hope you’re all doing great. I’m getting back to my normal routine, after we were all locked up for eight days because there was a big fight out in the yard. For security reasons, they have to close all the prison while they investigate what happened. And on top of that, hurricane Frances came to Florida that same week and they kept us locked up in our rooms more time. But now, thank goodness, everything is back to normal. Those days we were locked up did me some good, because I rested a lot and I had time to organize all my thoughts, and plan my short and long-term goals. Like I said before, I’m back to my normal routine.
Well, this is all for now. Take much care.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Think Positive Thoughts Every Day
If you feel that in your life you lack the power that you want and the motivation that you need, sometimes all it takes is to change your point of view. If you educate your thoughts so they concentrate on the positive, it’s more probable that you have the necessary incentive to follow your objectives. It’s less probable that you’re stopped by negative ideas which may limit your effort.
You can improve your life and enrich your happiness if you choose to change your perspective. Don’t abandon your future at the hands of luck or wait for things to mysteriously fix themselves. You should head in the direction of your hopes and aspirations. Start by trusting yourself and try to resolve problems instead of running away from them. Remember that having power doesn’t necessarily mean controlling situations, but being able to confront whatever comes your way.
Firmly believe that good is possible and remember that mistakes can be lessons which result in discoveries. Take your fear and transform it in trust; learn to rise over anxieties and doubts. Transform your “worrying hours” into “productive hours”. Take the energy you’ve wasted and direct it toward efforts that are worth involucrating yourself.
You’ll see that beautiful things happen as soon as you let yourself experiment with the delights in life. You’ll find happiness as you adopt a positive attitude in your daily routine and make it an important part of your world.
(Author: Kelly D. Williams)
Well, this is all for now. Take much care.
Sincerely,
Pedro
If you feel that in your life you lack the power that you want and the motivation that you need, sometimes all it takes is to change your point of view. If you educate your thoughts so they concentrate on the positive, it’s more probable that you have the necessary incentive to follow your objectives. It’s less probable that you’re stopped by negative ideas which may limit your effort.
You can improve your life and enrich your happiness if you choose to change your perspective. Don’t abandon your future at the hands of luck or wait for things to mysteriously fix themselves. You should head in the direction of your hopes and aspirations. Start by trusting yourself and try to resolve problems instead of running away from them. Remember that having power doesn’t necessarily mean controlling situations, but being able to confront whatever comes your way.
Firmly believe that good is possible and remember that mistakes can be lessons which result in discoveries. Take your fear and transform it in trust; learn to rise over anxieties and doubts. Transform your “worrying hours” into “productive hours”. Take the energy you’ve wasted and direct it toward efforts that are worth involucrating yourself.
You’ll see that beautiful things happen as soon as you let yourself experiment with the delights in life. You’ll find happiness as you adopt a positive attitude in your daily routine and make it an important part of your world.
(Author: Kelly D. Williams)
Friday, September 17, 2004
Our Children
How are you? I hope that great! The other day, they brought my son to visit me and he’s such a little man already; he’s 10 years old. Time has gone by in a flash. I remember it like it was yesterday when he was born, I changed his diapers, the first day of pre-school. There are so many memories that it would be impossible for me to write them all.
During the visit, I looked at him and remembered how much we shared together. He always loved to spend time with me. He talked to me like he’s an older person and being serious. I listened to him attentively, but inside I smile as I notice how much he’s growing up, both physically and mentally. One of the most beautiful and wonderful experiences I’ve had was the day we went to Disney World; he was 2 and a half years old. That day, they had character parade and he was so thrilled that his eyes were wide open, he applauded and sighed with such excitement. You had to be there to see the amazement, surprise and happiness in his face. That day I felt like the best dad in the world, an emotion I’ve never felt again.
I really wish I could be near them every day, see them play baseball and basketball, take them to the park and to the movies. Help them with their school work, play video games with them – although I’ve never been any good in video games because they always beat me. Like I said in one of the entries of my Blog, I’ve seen them grow up in photos and I keep them with an incredible love.
Sincerely,
Pedro
If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd finger-paint more and point the finger less. I'd do less correcting and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less and know to care more. I'd take more hikes and fly more kites. I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play. I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars. I'd do more hugging and less tugging. I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.
(Author: Diane Loomans)
During the visit, I looked at him and remembered how much we shared together. He always loved to spend time with me. He talked to me like he’s an older person and being serious. I listened to him attentively, but inside I smile as I notice how much he’s growing up, both physically and mentally. One of the most beautiful and wonderful experiences I’ve had was the day we went to Disney World; he was 2 and a half years old. That day, they had character parade and he was so thrilled that his eyes were wide open, he applauded and sighed with such excitement. You had to be there to see the amazement, surprise and happiness in his face. That day I felt like the best dad in the world, an emotion I’ve never felt again.
I really wish I could be near them every day, see them play baseball and basketball, take them to the park and to the movies. Help them with their school work, play video games with them – although I’ve never been any good in video games because they always beat me. Like I said in one of the entries of my Blog, I’ve seen them grow up in photos and I keep them with an incredible love.
Sincerely,
Pedro
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd finger-paint more and point the finger less. I'd do less correcting and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less and know to care more. I'd take more hikes and fly more kites. I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play. I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars. I'd do more hugging and less tugging. I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.
(Author: Diane Loomans)
Monday, September 13, 2004
Friendship
Hello... I hope you’re all doing great. I read a message about friendship and I really liked it. Before I went to prison, I thought that I had many friends, but once in prison I realized that it wasn’t like that, being that almost all of them disappeared. I don’t really blame them, because they were “friends” of convenience or interest. I miss some of them, because I thought I had a good friendship with them, but as the saying goes: “life goes on.” Thanks God that the few friends I have left have made my path an easier one. I truly thank them.
I dedicate the following message to them, but especially to a very dear friend of mine, the one that if it wasn’t for my situation, I would have liked to be with her. But that’s another situation and I know that that’s what she’ll always be: a very dear friend. I won’t mention her name here, but she knows who she is.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Friendship Sets Us Free
Being friends is not “having” each other, it’s not possessing, it’s not dominating.
Being friends is counting on each other without schedules, restrictions, or obligations.
Beings friends is knowing that a unexpressed compromise already exists, simply made with the intuition of the heart.
Being friends is building a common ground over many shared things, of much intensity, of much affection throughout time.
Friendship is not a dream, it’s not just an ideal of youth.
It’s a reality if we want it to be that way and if we know how to recognize, appreciate and cultivate it.
Years may go by, distance in the maps may be greater, but the hearts of those who are our friends will always be near and in contact no matter what.
Because friendship is a force that, as time goes by, if we have really known how to build it, grows on its own, consolidates itself, increases, and the hug of two friends who find each other after years of not having seen each other, means so many things, like: “I know that you’ve always been there”, or “I never stopped remembering you.”
Friendship is an energy that flows between people and makes that two beings like you and me feel fulfilled and sure of having someone to count on, someone whose company comforts, whose memory strengthens.
Because a real friendship,
Sets Us Free.
I dedicate the following message to them, but especially to a very dear friend of mine, the one that if it wasn’t for my situation, I would have liked to be with her. But that’s another situation and I know that that’s what she’ll always be: a very dear friend. I won’t mention her name here, but she knows who she is.
Sincerely,
Pedro
Being friends is counting on each other without schedules, restrictions, or obligations.
Beings friends is knowing that a unexpressed compromise already exists, simply made with the intuition of the heart.
Being friends is building a common ground over many shared things, of much intensity, of much affection throughout time.
Friendship is not a dream, it’s not just an ideal of youth.
It’s a reality if we want it to be that way and if we know how to recognize, appreciate and cultivate it.
Years may go by, distance in the maps may be greater, but the hearts of those who are our friends will always be near and in contact no matter what.
Because friendship is a force that, as time goes by, if we have really known how to build it, grows on its own, consolidates itself, increases, and the hug of two friends who find each other after years of not having seen each other, means so many things, like: “I know that you’ve always been there”, or “I never stopped remembering you.”
Friendship is an energy that flows between people and makes that two beings like you and me feel fulfilled and sure of having someone to count on, someone whose company comforts, whose memory strengthens.
Because a real friendship,
Sets Us Free.
Friday, September 10, 2004
A Mother's Love
How are you? I hope that you’re all doing great and still enjoying this Blog. Today I would like to talk a bit about my mother. She’s a very special woman who does everything possible to sacrifice for her children. She’s a striver, decided, loving, intelligent, humble, sharing, in other words, she’s an incredible woman. I’m immensely thankful, being that she’s always been by my side in moments of happiness and sadness. And even more during the time I’ve been in prison, she’s always gone to visit me wherever I’ve been, no matter how far it is. She’s helped me so much, and there are no words to describe how thankful I am to her. I love her with all my soul and I’d like to tell her more often, but I haven’t done it as frequently as she deserves. But from now on, each time I see her or talk to her, I’ll tell her. Mom, I Love You. Big Kisses and Hugs. With Love, your son.
Sincerely,
Pedro
A Mother’s Love
Because you held me in your delicate arms with infinite tenderness. Because you tip-toed into my room at night to check if I was alright. Because even when you were tired, you played with me and checked my homework and read me bedtime stories. Because you kept me away from bad influences and, even though I didn’t understand it at that time, you pointed out when I acted badly. Because you celebrated my triumphs and cried my sadness. Because I never doubted your love and your protection. Because you taught me how to be a man. For your unconditional love... Thanks, Mom!
Sincerely,
Pedro
Because you held me in your delicate arms with infinite tenderness. Because you tip-toed into my room at night to check if I was alright. Because even when you were tired, you played with me and checked my homework and read me bedtime stories. Because you kept me away from bad influences and, even though I didn’t understand it at that time, you pointed out when I acted badly. Because you celebrated my triumphs and cried my sadness. Because I never doubted your love and your protection. Because you taught me how to be a man. For your unconditional love... Thanks, Mom!
Monday, September 06, 2004
Hurricane Charley
Hello friends... I hope that you’re all ok. I forgot to tell you about Hurricane Charley that visited Central Florida. Nothing happened here in prison. We didn’t even feel the hurricane when it went through, only some rain. They locked us in our rooms for about five hours, but because nothing happened, they let us out later. They do that as a security measure, but I consider it unnecessary. When they opened our doors, people ran for the telephone to call their relatives and find out if they were ok. I was one of them, but I couldn’t communicate, because no one answered at home. I was a bit worried, because my house was in the hurricane’s path. But I could finally reach them next day and everything was fine. Only two or three trees went down and some of the roof’s shingles.
Before I say good-bye, someone left a message for me in the Blog and didn’t leave his/her email so I could reply (wrote as anonymous). He/she asked me if what I wrote were stuff that happened to me or to someone else. What I write at the beginning of each entry is stuff from my daily life. The messages that follow are sometimes my inspirations, but mostly they are messages I’ve read and liked them so much that I wish to share them with those who read my Blog.
Well, this is all for now. Later.
Sincerely,
Pedro
The Gift
A bus was bumping along a back road in the South. In one seat, a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again to the man’s flowers. The time came for the old man to get off. Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the girl’s lap. “I can see you love the flowers”, he explained, “and I think my wife would like for you to have them. I’ll tell her I gave them to you.” The girl accepted the flowers with a happy smile and as the bus was leaving, she looked to the side and watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetery.
(Author: Bennet Cerf
From: “Chicken Soup for the Soul”)
Before I say good-bye, someone left a message for me in the Blog and didn’t leave his/her email so I could reply (wrote as anonymous). He/she asked me if what I wrote were stuff that happened to me or to someone else. What I write at the beginning of each entry is stuff from my daily life. The messages that follow are sometimes my inspirations, but mostly they are messages I’ve read and liked them so much that I wish to share them with those who read my Blog.
Well, this is all for now. Later.
Sincerely,
Pedro
A bus was bumping along a back road in the South. In one seat, a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again to the man’s flowers. The time came for the old man to get off. Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the girl’s lap. “I can see you love the flowers”, he explained, “and I think my wife would like for you to have them. I’ll tell her I gave them to you.” The girl accepted the flowers with a happy smile and as the bus was leaving, she looked to the side and watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetery.
(Author: Bennet Cerf
From: “Chicken Soup for the Soul”)
Friday, September 03, 2004
Time Flies
Hello and welcome to this Blog. I hope it still keeps bringing you a bit of hope in your lives. I was looking through my photo album and it really seems that time flies in them. I like looking at the album, because it brings many memories and nostalgia. I’ve seen my children grow up through them; I’ve seen my friends’ weddings, baptisms, sweet sixteens, parties, and much more. Sometimes I wish the photos would come to life, so I can live those happy moments with them. As I was saying, photos are memories that will always stay in my mind and heart. I thank my family and friends for all the photos they’ve sent me and will keep sending.
Yesterday I read something that got my attention and I wish to share it with you. I hope you like it, too.
Sincerely,
Pedro.
Two Nickels and Five Pennies
When an ice cream sundae cost much less, a boy entered a coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?"
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.
Some people were now waiting for a table, and the waitress was impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said angrily.
The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream."
The waitress brought the ice cream and walked away. The boy finished, paid the cashier, and departed. When the waitress came back, she swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies--her tip.
(Author Unknown)
Yesterday I read something that got my attention and I wish to share it with you. I hope you like it, too.
Sincerely,
Pedro.
When an ice cream sundae cost much less, a boy entered a coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?"
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.
Some people were now waiting for a table, and the waitress was impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said angrily.
The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream."
The waitress brought the ice cream and walked away. The boy finished, paid the cashier, and departed. When the waitress came back, she swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies--her tip.
(Author Unknown)
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