It is possible that I missed something somewhere -- that I did not do something I should have or did something that I should not have -- but ... I can't imagine what. I am more sorry than anyone that I am too slow. Here I am and this is where I am.

I do not know what people see when they look at me but I know that it is not what I used to think. There is no way they can see that this is a prison or what put me here. I do not know how anyone could even imagine so how could I have thought that they did. I am aware that other people are brave and go on. There is nothing I can say to that. I have no dispute to voice. If I fall then I have no place to get back up to.