Prison Fellowship sharing Godís love beyond the prison bars
*Adam’s story of hope
School days were certainly not the best days of my life. At 16 I had no qualifications. I was involved in an armed robbery when I was 18 and sentenced to 5 years in a young offenders’ institute.
I had dreams like everyone else but I didn’t have the education to go to college; the only thing I could do was sell drugs and I thought this was the way I could earn the money to buy my dream.
At 18 I had become a dad. I saw my son now and again but to be honest I wasn’t that bothered about him. Mum and Dad tried talking to me but I was too arrogant to listen. Then one day, when I was under the influence of drugs, I robbed a drug dealer of cannabis and a couple of hundred pounds. And I assaulted him. I was in the police station for three days.