Friday, June 22, 2012


Hello out there...? So, about my silence for the past, oh, eight months... I really don't have much to say about that. The short version is: It wasn't you, it was me. I've been on a roller coaster of emotion that scrambled my thoughts and made writing just about impossible, so I made a pact with myself to only write if I really had something to say - something I cared about and that really mattered - and, well, here we are eight months later. So there's that.

The good news is that I'm back! And I have a story to tell you...

This one was a long time coming. I talked with this young man last fall, right around the time that life got really weird and I stopped writing. I knew I had to write his story, but I just didn't have the words. I found out this young man was graduating from high school, a goal he was still only hoping for when he talked with me, so I decided it was time. I wrote 1,800 words in one hour. That is purely a testament to his life and his ability to inspire.

There are so many times I hear stories or see things that just make me want to quit and give up on humanity as a whole (I'm a little dramatic.), but there are others like this one, that give me more hope than I can even put into words. I expect and pray for great things for Jose. Here's his story:

On the surface, Jose is not unlike most teenagers in Dallas. He cracks jokes, dotes on his mom, and probably sends too many text messages. But Jose is categorically different than many others in his neighborhood.

I count myself lucky to have sat across from him one Saturday in South Dallas to hear his story. It’s nearly impossible to imagine that this bright, enthusiastic and humble young man spent more than 10 months in county jail for selling drugs on the streets of Dallas. But that’s all just part of his story now.