Craig Cesal, serving a life sentence for pot, reflects on his gratitude for supporters who have reached out to him.
Yesterday, I received three envelopes from a woman in PA who I don’t know. I don’t know anyone from PA. The letter wished my son Curtis to rest in peace, and had a copy of her Twitter message to that goal. Also, in the separate envelopes, was:
One) a picture of the Mother and Daughter’s thanksgiving meal, on the dinner table; and
Two) a picture of the Mother putting a letter to Santa in the special mailbox at Macy’s.
If their goal was to bring a smile and laugh to me during this hard time, it worked!!
Earlier in the week, I received another heartrending sympathy card. It contained a picture of a different sender’s past trip to the Grand Canyon.
I would have never guessed how good something like that would make me feel—that these people would reach out by sharing of themselves, and their lives. I can’t thank them enough, that they would send such comfort and support to me—especially to me, a stranger to them.
This is the kind of thing that ought to be on the news, instead of stories about crazed Muslims.