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Lost, Confused

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Editor’s Note: It is not customary for newspapers to run letters from incarcerated individuals in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice. However, The Examiner has chosen to run this letter at the request of Robbie Jordan, as he hopes to “open someone’s eyes and see life from prison” and to highlight the consequences of driving while intoxicated offenses in the state of Texas.

To the Editor,

Feb. 6, 2019, another sleepless night. I lay in my bunk for hours on end reading books (about a novel a day), sometimes it’ll take me two days to read a book. It depends on how much I stop and think about life out there in the free world. How am I going to get out of here? I can’t afford the $2,500 for a parole attorney. Mom is barely surviving, Dad passed away Sept. 9, 2018. Just three weeks after I got here to Coffield Unit.

I see parole at the end of March for the first time on a fresh 12-year sentence for DWI number 4. This time convicted on priors. I was sitting at Huskey’s towing, keys in the floor of my truck waiting for Mr. Huskey to come tow me home when Magnolia P.D. got me – Montgomery County don’t play. Twenty-five to life, if I take it to trial and lose or sign here for 12. My lawyer said I couldn’t win, so I sign. Even though I was sitting on private property with the keys in the floor of my truck waiting on a tow truck.

So, here I sit surrounded by convicted killers, rapists, and child predators. People on this unite don’t make parole without a parole attorney. So, what do I do? I pray for a miracle, I ask for forgiveness and I read. I read to keep my sanity.

My ex-girlfriend had a little girl Dec. 4, 2018. Everyone says she looks just like me, I can’t tell in black and white pictures, but I can see she has my mom’s nose. I just turned 45 on Dec. 22, 2018, and this would be my first child, if she’s mine. I don’t want her to grow up without a daddy. I want to be there to raise her, to teach her about life, about God, and survival. Right now, I can’t, so I read to distract my mind.

It’s mail call. Do they have anything for me tonight? … No, not tonight … again. I’ve never been so alone. No one writes, I guess they are all too busy.

I have so much on my mind, so many worries and nowhere to vent. I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. All I have is books to get my mind out of here. Please God, just one miracle. Please, save me from this hell on earth. I can’t take much more.

I used to think getting convicted on priors was just people talking. Now, I’m living it. I’m gonna go read.

Robbie Jordan

Coffield Unit

Tennessee Colony, Texas