my best life 07.03.17.245A

everybody does, but I felt as if my crimes did not fit the
punishments I suffered and I was becoming very angry.
I reached out to my friend, Michael in Ohio, who had been
following this story as it unfolded. He realized how
desperate my situation had become and offered a
storeroom he had in the back of his condominium as a
place to stay and recover. The decision was clear and I
accepted. My refuge was two thousand miles away and I
just needed some cash to get there. With time running
out, I began to sell my personal possessions.
Left in the house was some furniture, clothes and my
office equipment. A moment that sticks out in my mind
most is when I only had one day left and the last item was
my 27 inch iMac desktop computer.
I had originally purchased it and the business software for
nearly $5,000 only a few years before. It was in excellent
condition and I was hoping to make a good deal. With
Cheryl and the boys secured in their new home and time
running out, this forty-year Hispanic man walks in and
offers me $350 for the computer filled and all its software.
At that moment, I was knocked off my pedestal of power
and was at the mercy of this stranger. I took his cash and
watched him leave with the computer. The house was
now empty with only a few extension cords on the floor,
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