On August 17, 1992, I was 26 years old, a son to my mother, a father to three sons, a brother to four siblings, and a friend to many in my small Texas community. I was an athlete who loved playing sports. And if anyone back then had to describe me, they would probably say I always had a smile on my face.
Like most people, I had never thought much about the death penalty. I thought bad things like that were for other
people. I remember watching the news and sometimes hearing about cases where men were falsely accused and wrongfully convicted, but I never thought in a million years that could one day be me.
Then a police officer came knocking on my door and changed my life forever...