The Apology of a Sex Offender

I'm not the scum of the earth. Because five minutes of my life could never define who I am as a person and what I hope to achieve in life. My story is not meant to garner support for sick criminals who make no attempt to rejoin the society that has rejected them. However, there are those of us that are five, seven, ten, and in my case, fourteen years out from having a felony conviction. Yet I'm still being prosecuted for being too poor to own a home or pay rent reliably for stability purposes, so I face failure to register with authorities I don't even need to register with. To top it off, I'm considered a liar because they charged me with forgery. Who would you believe? A detective or a sex offender? There's always more to a story than just one perspective. I am someone's son, and I have four children of my own. I know life isn't fair, but what did my children do to deserve a father who's fired from job after job because of a past that wasn't their fault? Take a moment to ask yourself what you would do for your child. I've paid into social security from over thirty-five jobs. Imagine having to fill out hundreds of applications and listing over thirty-five jobs you got and then lost in a thirteen-year time frame. But my children are worth that and so much more. That's what this book means to me; it's not just a chance at failure, but a chance at real success for the first time in my life.