Sprout of Hope

My appellate attorney tells me I have solid grounds for an appeal. Not a slam-dunk, but it’s something!

He said he can’t promise me anything and my kind of case is one of the hardest to get over-turned. That dampened my spirits a bit, but I’m not surprised. He also told me that he would have never waived the jury panel (as my lawyer suggested I do – so I did) because the judge who heard my case has a track record of being extremely prosecution biased. Great news…about a year and a half late.

Bottom line: I have two long shots at parole and almost three years in confinement before I’m through my appeals process.

Big sigh.

Every day that goes by makes it more difficult to maintain a positive outlook. I’ve been incarcerated for almost two years now. Worst case scenario, I’m in here another two years. There comes a point when my guilt or innocence is completely irrelevant…I don’t know if I’m at that point yet, but I feel it looming. The fact is, I’m a convict now. My life is irreversibly changed. Even if my case is overturned in appeals, I don’t think I could return to the military and rejoin the ranks of the soldiers I used to care so deeply for. I’ve built up so much animosity that I don’t think I’d be able to function in the job I loved that I was ripped out of. I don’t know what my future will hold, but I’m thankful for the friends and family who are still standing beside me.