I started my life in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on the Southside. I don’t really remember much from my childhood. I know my mother loved me and my sister. I have one older sister who is four years older than me. I remember seeing my real father beating my mother with a crowbar and we almost lost her.  Shortly later my mom was sent to Prison and me and my sister went to my grandmother’s for a short while.

    My grandmother put my sister into a foster home and I went to a boys home at the  age of six. Now this place was huge and I remember me and my grandma walking down a long hallway and next thing I knew she was gone! No “goodbye”, No “Hug”, No, “I Love you”, No, Nothing!

    I was the only white boy there at the boys home. All the other boys were black. While there I only had one black friend, really my first real friend. Although I loved all people I had no one to be my friend. These boys did not love me. They bullied,  beat and abused me constantly. I got called every name in the book.and it was my fault because I was white. They would beat me up one on one as a pastime, sort of a bullying play time. When one on one didn’t work, then it would be three on one. After two years they finally let me alone. I guess I earned the respect.

 "I told myself that I will never do that to anyone or treat them different because of their skin color!"

  I was bullied, beat and even sexually molested by another boy in that boys home.

   Boys homes, foster care, group homes were my life until I was 16 years old.

   I ran away and went on my own at that age and found my mom. My mom told me that her mother our grandma had told her while she was in prison that we were fine and all o.k. When she got out of Prison she found out the truth about her kids and it was just too much emotional hurt, pain and devastation. She turned back to drugs and alcohol and being a hard core drug addict and alcoholic. My mom is dying of cirrhosis of the Liver from Alcoholism and also has cancer. My uncle died from alcoholism.

   As I got older I struggled with the emotional pain of the past and never found any solid stability in life or relationships.  I have four kids, two boys and two girls by three different women.

   I am in prison today because I got in a fight with my mother’s boyfriend and fatally stabbed him with a knife in self defense. My life of violence and survival, of drugging and staying high destroyed my life and led to the death of another. I am truly deeply sorry for my past life of sin and that lifestyle. I have wasted and lost so much in my life.

   In Prison I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savour. I truly know the Love of God, He has given me a second chance. I received a 13 years Sentence in State Prison, I will be 38 years old in 2025 when I get released. The Lord has been good to me, and I am truly as 2 Cor. 5:17 says a “New Creature” in CHRIST JESUS. “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”  

   Brother Mickey, thank you for just being you and letting our Lord and Savior use you and your Ministry. I am truly happy to have you as a minister and friend.  Daymeon McCune, Wisconsin Prison.