The Journey Home
Were it not for the support I was given, when I arrived at the Greyhound Bus station, it would have been empty and I would have walked into a ghost town. I have no biological family in Tucson, Arizona. My extended church family welcomed me back to the city. One family in particular accepted me into their home. If it wasn’t for those who’ve become my family, I would be like many others reentering the community from prison unprepared. I would be lost out on the streets. Even more, I basically would not have been eligible for early release; and would still be sitting in prison. Candidly, I simply could not pay the mandatory fees for acceptance into any prison approved halfway house. Due to a history of violent crimes I committed over 30 years ago, I don’t qualify for government funded transitional living programs either.