Every day, one, two, maybe just maybe even three different people come to talk to us. Us, the ones that are usually forgotten about. Some of us are here for punitive reasons. Others are here because they were honestly, wrongly convicted.
Most of us are guilty of something.
The fact that someone comes to speak to us, motivates me to want to do better. It helps me and inspires me to become a better version of me.
Makes me wonder, can I be one of these men that is able to care about other men, and how they are living, what they are going to do when they get out? Can I be an inspiration? A voice, a feeling, a word, a sentence, or even a scenario that one of them can relate to?
Can I possibly somehow go from sitting, uncomfortable as hell, to standing tall and proud, sober, one year? Can I?
I think I can.
And God willing, I will.
Sobriety to me means life. I can’t use anymore. My 5-year-old twins say so. They deserve me. The man that talked to them for 9 months in the womb, put together their cribs when they were born, and loved them with all I had.
Somehow, I lost that.
Yet still, they want me back.
Maybe this letter will reach someone on the edge.
Maybe when they know I was able to change, maybe they can too.
Please, if you pray, pray for me. That this time will be the last time I have to meet sobriety behind bars.
Thank you, respectfully,
Frank Governale
Suffolk Resident
Nassau Raised
Inmate #2025001997 E1623
100 Carman Ave
E. Meadow, NY 11554
Any feedback or letters are welcome.
