Don’t Ever Give Up: Surviving 10 Years Of Prison

When I was in high school, I got in a lot of trouble. As a result, I often wondered if anybody would ever give me a chance at life. Because I ended up receiving multiple chances despite my screw ups, I’ve learned to be more thankful and not take things for granted. I also developed an affinity for people who also had a rough time growing up, but found a way to make things work.

The following is a guest post from Bill, a man who spent 10 years in prison before getting on the path to financial freedom. Hopefully his post will give you the motivation to stick with things when times are tough and not lose faith that everything will turn out OK in the end.

I walked into my jail cell. I heard the door close behind me. I had just been sentenced to ten years in prison. It was my first time ever in trouble and I was in shock. I didn’t know what to think.

The emotions came in horrible waves. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief at first. The night before, my attorney had braced me with the reality that the negotiations with the district attorney had not gone well, and that the state was going to be recommending 20 years of incarceration.

In court that day, the judged looked down at me in handcuffs and I heard him read his sentence in shock: “The state sentences you to ten years in prison. Due to sentencing guidelines, you will have no chance at early release or parole. Good luck to you.”

That night the harsh reality of being sentenced to 10 years in prison settled in my mind like slow mental torture. How was I going to survive it? How could I hold onto my sanity with such a horrible future ahead of me?

I reflected how I found myself in this position. I had first used drugs when I was 14, smoked a joint, and liked it. For years, drugs and parties provided an escape from my otherwise normal life, and drugs provided me a fantasy of happiness I thought was real. But that illusion was shattered after a friend left my college apartment one night after partying, overdosed, and died in his sleep.

The next morning, I was arrested and charged with “reckless homicide by delivery of a controlled substance.” I had provided some of the drugs that contributed to his death that night, and that’s all the state had to prove to convict me of the charge. 

I had gotten high hundreds, or thousands of times, but I never meant to harm anyone. It was a terrible accident. Everyone involved in the tragedy lost. I learned that when you play with fire, you don’t get to decide how badly you get burned. 

Life as I knew it was over. No one was going to fight for a comeback for me.  My life was now a mission to prove that I was a better human being than the one they threw away for a decade.

The Awakening: Step 1

The morning following my sentencing hearing, I was driven to prison in a van filled with 5-10 other inmates I’d never seen or met.  We rolled across the highway in blaze orange jumpsuits, and chains wrapped around our wrists, ankles, and waists. When we arrived at the prison intake dock, we were given a badge displaying our prison inmate number.  That badge would be my identity in prison for the next decade.  To the people who knew me in the free world, I basically fell off the face of the earth.

After intake, we were directed into a large holding-pen area with 20-30 other male inmates consisting of all races, ages, and backgrounds.  Being men, we naturally sized up each other’s strengths, weaknesses, and intelligence.  If this was a prison movie, a fight probably would have broken out.  But in real life, every man just stood stone-faced in shock, silently evaluating what their life had become.

We walked out of the intake area in single-file line carrying our new life’s belongings: a bed sheet, blanket, and criminal case folder.  The halls felt as big as airport concourses as we moved deeper into the 2,000 man prison.  Cell blocks were stacked multiple-tiers high.  Hundreds of other inmates passed in blurs around me.

A guard led me to my prison cell.  I walked in and looked up.  On the wall, above my bed, I saw this photocopy taped to the wall. (The previous inmate must have hung it, because prison systems aren’t into the motivational quote business.)

At the time, it was impossible to grasp how I could hold my life together in this nightmare, but it gave me my first sense of hope that giving up just wasn’t an option for me. (I kept the photocopy and currently have it framed in my home-office).

Don't ever give up
The photocopy in my prison cell

Prison time felt like I was slowly suffocating to death at first, but then the days, weeks, and months began to pass in a bearable routine. I once read that it takes human beings two years to adjust to traumatic events, such as a bad divorce, physical paralyzation, or in my case, a prison sentence.

Humans need two years to forget the daily details that made them the people they used to be and two years to adjust to the new a new details they feel normal.

This is what adjusting to prison life was like for me. It took me two years to forget the normal dreams I had as a young adult (graduate college, get a corporate job, and start a family) and create a new dream to chase in my prison cell.  

My new dream had nothing to do with money or a career.  I simply wanted to get the hell out of that prison world one day, and I wanted to be mentally, physically, and spiritually stronger that I’d ever been on the day I’d get out.

I also had to adjust to a new society inside the prison walls. I once was transported to a new prison to begin a treatment program. I walked into an outdoor courtyard and sat at a picnic table. People were watching me. I felt tension in the air.  But I didn’t know why.

After a few minutes, a man approached the table I was at. He didn’t smile, and I prepared for anything.  My blood pressure rose.  I tried not to show any fear.   

“What’s up?” I asked the man who confronted me. 

He silently judged me and evaluated my intentions. He pointed at a different area of picnic tables, and aggressively asked. “Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

I looked around. The men sitting at the other picnic tables were white. The men around me were not white. I suddenly realized why I felt so much tension. He was questioning why I had crossed the invisible racial lines dividing the courtyard. Was I trying to make a statement? Start a fight? Or cause a scene?

I just wanted to sit down, but nothing was ever easy in prison.  

I eventually learned that prison is like a choose-your-own-adventure story.  If you wanted prison to be a mean and racist world like you saw depicted in movies, you could choose to create that reality. Or, you could choose to lay low and avoid the drama constantly surrounding you. 

Life is the same way: You can create it to be whatever you want it to be with the choices you make.   

My Timeline: 10 Years Of Prison

My prison life became a daily routine of reading books, writing journals, and working out. During a visit to the prison library, I remember randomly checking-out a Tony Robbins book titled, “Awaken The Giant Within.”  One sentence in that book changed my perspective on time and achievement forever.

The wisdom in the sentence exploded in my brain as I read it:  “Most people overestimate what they can accomplish in a year–and underestimate what they can achieve in a decade.”

As far as resources go, I realized I didn’t have a lot in prison. Prison is a world devoid of a real economy. The prison economy consists of using stamps, candy bars, and sodas as currency to trade for services like extra food in the cafeteria or for artwork to send to your loved ones.

Prison is not a good place to build wealth, businesses, or learn to practice financial literacy. But I did have ten years of time, access to a library full of new ideas, and a ton of imagination to help me prepare for my second chance at freedom.

I remember going through a stage that was very important to my new personal growth. It was almost like a healthy rebellion where I abandoned the dreams I used to have (a corporate job, and a normal life in my 20’s), so I could I embrace the new opportunities I had in prison.  

I had an opportunity to create my own self-education, and for the first time, choose the path I wanted to live and the person I wanted to become. I had the time to plan ahead and build a bridge to where I wanted to go.  I even wrote a novel for young-adults based on my experience. 

The Doors Of Opportunities

Looking back on it, the best decision I made was not pigeon-holing myself into a career or focusing on one purpose-of-life to pursue. I decided to keep every option open. 

I envisioned my new path to be a “Professional Opportunity Seeker.” This means I would pursue any opportunity as long as it led me to a life I wanted to live.

This way of thinking helped take the stress of trying to make the perfect decision, or choose the perfect path. I simply had to identify the best opportunities life was offering to me, and then turn those raw opportunities into exciting experiences for myself. 

An opportunity could come in many shapes and forms: A job, a mentor, a business idea, etc. I would just have to be able to spot the correct opportunities, and do something special with them.

“If you can learn to see life as a never-ending hallway of opportunities, you’ll never run out of interesting places to travel to.”  A friend once told me, “But…” He continued, “You don’t have to enter every doorway you find open. You are free to enter the opportunities you want to open, and close the doorways you want to walk past.”

This insight cemented my vision of how I’d handle life when I got out.  My plan was to find as many opportunities as I could, and then selectively choose the best ones to enter. Conversely, if a bad opportunity presented itself — like the chance to use drugs again — I had the choice to close that door and look for a better opportunity that would lead to a better outcome.

The rest of my time in prison was full of equally enlightening and terrifying moments. 

One of my best memories from prison was walking out into the prison yard early in the morning. The sun would rise slowly above the fences, and sunlight would flash on the razor-wire coils all around me like light beams through a crystal. 

I became a long-distance runner in prison, and those early-summer mornings were especially beautiful as I ran around the prison yard track.  I’d dream about my future, and I felt like anything was possible the day they’d finally let me be free again.

I also remember a few sleepless nights because I was afraid I had gotten too close to a psychopath. During most of my prison time, I felt starved for intellectual conversation, and I remember a few times where I was fascinated with a man’s seemingly brilliant exterior, only to learn that there were crazy monsters on the inside.  

I often forgot that I was in prison with murderers, rapists, and gangsters because that world was the only world I knew and it felt normal after awhile. 

Luckily, in ten years, I never did get into a physical altercation. But there were a few times that I thought I was going to get my ass kicked for being in the wrong place, wrong time, while interacting with the wrong person. But I was always able to escape those moments and make it to a better day.

After a decade of time finally passed, on August 20th, 2012, my release date finally arrived. I have no idea how I slept my last night in prison, but I remember how I felt when I woke up. It was total nervousness and elation at the same time. I had made it. Today was my day to start over. It was now time to put my plan into action and start my mission to reclaim my path in the free world.

Bill, Wealth Well Done

Finally Getting My Shot At Freedom

“Most people overestimate what they can accomplish in a year–and underestimate what they can achieve in a decade.”

This sentence was still very alive in my brain. I realized I didn’t have to accomplish all my dreams overnight. I started with small goals: like graduate college, get a $10 an hour job, and eventually move out of my parents basement where I first lived. Then once I accomplished those goals, I could set bigger goals.

I wasn’t going to judge myself by what I could accomplish in one year. I only imagined what I could accomplish in 10 years if I worked every day at my dreams.  I committed to the mentality that excuses, anger, and blame were worthless.  Positive action was the only thing that could make my life better.

A person can only make a finite number of positive actions in one day. But they can make millions of positive actions in a decade. When you add millions of positive actions up over a decade, I believed a person can create a life for themselves beyond their wildest dreams.

My first steps and positive actions looked like this: I got a job stacking magazines for $10 an hour, and graduated college at the same time. I saved my first $1,000 living in my parents basement. My main goal was to have enough money to buy my freedom.

My Steps To Self-Employment

The next two years passed in a blur of networking, saving money, and exploring as many opportunities that I could find. For example, I went to a job interview with a business-owner of a corporate apparel and promotional products business. He immediately saw natural sales skills in me that I didn’t even know I had. 

He made me this offer:  I’ll teach you how to start your own business and work from home, as long as you start by selling my products. I immediately saw this as a huge door of opportunity where I could have control over my work week, and at the very least I wanted to explore this opportunity.

Success Is A Numbers Game 

My next step was to learn how to sell in a business to business environment. I made a goal of introducing myself, and my business, to ten new potential clients a day, and then follow up with 10 old contacts every afternoon. 

I didn’t have any super-human influencer skills, or any sales education. I just had to be on the positive side of the numbers game, like gaining a client. And not let the negative numbers get me down, like being told no thank you by a potential client.

I chose to be fearless if people were going to judge me by my past. If someone was going to look down their nose at me, rather than being discouraged by their opinion, I’d just erase their opinion from my brain, and go onto the next person and see if they could help me. My job was not to get demoralized by negative people. Instead, my job was to find positive people who wanted to give me a chance.

I sold $10,000 worth of product in the first six months. But $10,000 in revenue wasn’t enough to make a living. I almost gave up and started looking for another opportunity.

But that Sunday at church, I heard a message about how so many people with a dream are on the verge of a breakthrough when they give up. Those words hit me, and so I gave it another month. 

I’m glad I did because in the next 6 months I sold $180,000 in revenue, and I could finally start saving significant amounts of money — thousands at a time — rather than $100 or $200 at a time at my $10 an hour job.

Dreams Becoming Reality And Building Wealth

Four years passed since I left prison and I realized I had built a $100,000+ net-worth. I got married in that time. We bought a modest house with 20% down and a mortgage based on only one of our incomes, so we could save and invest the second income. 

Don't Ever Give Up: Surviving 10 Years Of Prison

Eventually we bought a second house as an investment property and we learned how to rent it out. Becoming rich was never our goal. Freedom, and the desire to help other people, was always our goal.

It’s been seven years since I was released from prison. I now have a portfolio of real-estate, stocks, and cash, that is quickly rising above $350,000. My next goal is to become a half-millionaire, and then a full-millionaire after that.

Even though society threw me away for a decade, I came back because I believed I was an important human being. We all are. Everyone can help others from the suffering they’ve endured, and I wanted to play my role in this story called life. 

Happiness is not a dollar amount for me. Happiness is having the time, drive, and character to make a positive impact on people’s lives.  That is now the ultimate dream I am trying to achieve.  Making a positive impact makes me feel like the wealthiest person alive no matter how much money I have.

Readers, ever experience prison or a difficult hardship for a long time? How did you survive? And how did you make the best of your second chance?

Bill, Wealth Well Done

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