Hey, it’s crazy how things turn out. I was raised with family first values, but ever since I got locked up those I thought I shared that same bond with got ghost when I needed them most. Being a real solid brotha seems to just get you hurt by those closest to you. REAL is really a minority and I’m a member of its society. Calling them they always said, “I/we love you”, but love is actually an action, not just said or spoken.
Recently my Grandpa passed and it made me realize I had to cut people out of my life. Now it feels as though I’m starting all over… with nothing and nobody. They say it gets greater later, but who knows. Maybe a fresh, new start is what I need. What’s your thoughts?
It is 6:30am where I am. I would like to wish you a good morning 🙏 🌄 🙂 Jon Tyson. I just had a lol regarding your family name. Never met a Tyson before and the only one I know of is the famous Mike. Anyhow Jon I just had a thought half hour ago to become a pen pal with an inmate.
Hope to hear from you
Robert Campeau
Hello Dalevonte, Robert again
Want to apologize
Got a mix up on your name in my first message to you.
God bless you my friend 🙏
Robert Campeau