My dad came to me at one point and poured out his heart to me. He was almost to the point of tears as he said, “Son, I love you. I’m worried about you; about where you’re going with your life right now.”
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
I remember early as a boy he would come into our neighborhood in a trailer park where I lived in Gainesville, Florida riding a Harley on a wheelie.
I have a very long criminal record from in and out of the county jail. I have been to prison twice. I was in jail and I kinda looked in the mirror and it was like the spirit of God said; “ Is this who you want Matthew Thompso...
I couldn’t understand, from the civil war and being exposed to dead bodies, abuse, and suffering, from being in shelters and then coming to America thinking “finally”.