I am certain as I stumble for words in continuing this letter, that you shall see where I feel it my duty to write. You see, oddly enough, I have a great respect for you. In spite of the fact that we disagree greatly on Law Constitutional issues, Human Rights, and our perceptions of Justice, I still maintain a high respect for you, your knowledge and the great power that is entrusted to you. I know for certain that you know fully that I am not guilty of Capital Murder.
Medical help is an absolute joke.
But throughout all of this extreme pain and suffering and the uncertainty of knowing if tomorrow will even come, I most proudly and most humbly say to you that I never once lost Faith. I continually pray that my breath escapes this old worn out body before my Faith does. When I was sixteen years old, a police officer with a badge and a gun, stopped me in my Dad s car and accused me of reckless driving and speeding. I was completely innocent. He did not arrest me, but he cursed me and spoke to me like a dog.