Today I was able to do something I have not been able to do since my sons incarceration, someone asked me about if I had children and usually I would tell all about my son serving his country in Afganistan and never even acknowledge my precious son in prison due to the shame, but today, I held my head high and just matter of factly told a brief version of my sons story. I did not cry, I did not cringe, I did not hang my head in shame and I did not become an emotional basket case, I told what a fine young man he was and still is and how much I love him. Coming here and sharing and coming to better terms with this situation and everyones support is what gave me the strength and courage to do that. I am proud of myself today.
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