Ravenz
10-05-2002, 01:48 AM
I hope I am not posting to a closed forum totally I know the reply choice was closed ...soooo...I will try anyway.
I wanted to post my sons letter he wrote to someone I met on the internet. I have always felt that Heath needed to be in a syciatric facility. He was also Diagnosed with scytzophrenia or scitzo depression dissorder, but he and I have both tried to get those records and they have seemed to disapear into the woodwork somewhere...this was before he was sent to prison. His lawyer was asked by Heath and I both to get his medical records before the trial, but he didn't. Nore did he ask any questions about Heath's State of Mental health. Anyway...here is the letter Heath Sent to him:
Dear Lee,
Sir, you want to know about me. Well to start with I had a rough life. I witnessed
my step dad kill a man in front of me when I was 10. I was molested when I was
6 and 13.
I have been taking medication for depression and P.T.S.D.. for a long time and at some
points in my life I did street drugs to deal with my problems. I led a very fast life.
I was 20 when I started shooting up drugs. I can say that I never used a needle after
anyone. I was afraid of getting a disease. Well not long after I started shooting up
drugs I was arrested for aggravated robbery on May 13,1997. I got out on bond
several times. I even got married to a half way loving wife. We got into our fights
but I never hit her but I would restrain her from hitting me by pulling her hair or
holding her down.
When I was finally convicted, I was in prison for about a year and I got a dear john
letter from her. That is what we call it when our wife leaves us while we are in here
or when the old lady leaves us for someone else. She left me for my best friend and
I will say I was hurt. I felt like killing myself but I have a son named Tanner and I love
him with all of my heart. He is not by my ex wife or should I say my soon to be ex wife.
His mothers name is Tamara and she is a very beautiful woman who I love very much
and I am planning to get back together with her when I get out of here.
The jury gave me 10 years for my first felony but it was OK, I'm doing my time the best
I can do. If you want to know what it is like in the penitentiary I can say it is not fun.
The guards yell at you, get in your face, chase you out, talk about your family and tell
you when and where you can eat and shit. Excuse me for being so vulgar. Since
I have been down I've had men try to force themselves on me, like try to rape me.
I've had men tell me they would kill me for not giving them what they wanted.
I've got 2 major cases for not obeying a direct order. One for walking away from a
fight with some other inmate. I was working and the guy said he was going to knock
me out and I walked out of work and refused to work with the guy and they wrote me
up. The second one was for telling an officer that he had to feed me before he
worked me and that I was not going to throw my food away . He was in my face
yelling and telling me to throw it in the trash and I told him no so I got another
case. He was casing me and everything. I can say that I used to not hate people
for the color of their skin, what they were or for any thing like that but they, the
guards, make you that way. I'm not in any gangs but I've had them ask me to
join them. I've been told by some they would kill me but I only live one day at a
time in here.
Since I've been here my mother has had two major surgeries for cancer and has
lost most of her eye sight. They took her drivers license away from her so I have
not seen her in a long time well in years I should say. It hurts really bad to know
she is hurting and I can't be there but I did what I did to put myself here and there
is no getting out of it mow. All I can do is try to better myself the best I can in here.
I have see fights that you would not believe. I've seen a lot of blood shed in here
and I'm just thankful that it has not been my own. You learn in here you hear nothing
and you see nothing or you can find yourself or dead really quick. In here I've seen
people fight over water.
In here I've seen it all and I will say for all of you that it is not a place you would want
to be. Drugs are not the answer, neither is this place so do the best you can to stay
out of here and try to make something out of your life even if it is just raising your
children the right way. Do the best you can. Take it from me and all of the others
in here, it's not fun to be locked up away from the ones you love. I've got to hold
my son one time and I pray my mother makes it till I get out. Take it from me it is
not fun so do the best you can do!
Sincerely
Heath Adam Smith
Heath Smith #1008434
Telford Unit
P.O. Box 9200
New Boston, TX 75570-9200
I knowing the patterns can see the road Heath is headed down and think he needs major counceling and anger management counceling...and also needs to be KEPT on his medication at all times...to prevent or lesson his violent outbursts...and he does have then...not often...but he does.
I wanted to post my sons letter he wrote to someone I met on the internet. I have always felt that Heath needed to be in a syciatric facility. He was also Diagnosed with scytzophrenia or scitzo depression dissorder, but he and I have both tried to get those records and they have seemed to disapear into the woodwork somewhere...this was before he was sent to prison. His lawyer was asked by Heath and I both to get his medical records before the trial, but he didn't. Nore did he ask any questions about Heath's State of Mental health. Anyway...here is the letter Heath Sent to him:
Dear Lee,
Sir, you want to know about me. Well to start with I had a rough life. I witnessed
my step dad kill a man in front of me when I was 10. I was molested when I was
6 and 13.
I have been taking medication for depression and P.T.S.D.. for a long time and at some
points in my life I did street drugs to deal with my problems. I led a very fast life.
I was 20 when I started shooting up drugs. I can say that I never used a needle after
anyone. I was afraid of getting a disease. Well not long after I started shooting up
drugs I was arrested for aggravated robbery on May 13,1997. I got out on bond
several times. I even got married to a half way loving wife. We got into our fights
but I never hit her but I would restrain her from hitting me by pulling her hair or
holding her down.
When I was finally convicted, I was in prison for about a year and I got a dear john
letter from her. That is what we call it when our wife leaves us while we are in here
or when the old lady leaves us for someone else. She left me for my best friend and
I will say I was hurt. I felt like killing myself but I have a son named Tanner and I love
him with all of my heart. He is not by my ex wife or should I say my soon to be ex wife.
His mothers name is Tamara and she is a very beautiful woman who I love very much
and I am planning to get back together with her when I get out of here.
The jury gave me 10 years for my first felony but it was OK, I'm doing my time the best
I can do. If you want to know what it is like in the penitentiary I can say it is not fun.
The guards yell at you, get in your face, chase you out, talk about your family and tell
you when and where you can eat and shit. Excuse me for being so vulgar. Since
I have been down I've had men try to force themselves on me, like try to rape me.
I've had men tell me they would kill me for not giving them what they wanted.
I've got 2 major cases for not obeying a direct order. One for walking away from a
fight with some other inmate. I was working and the guy said he was going to knock
me out and I walked out of work and refused to work with the guy and they wrote me
up. The second one was for telling an officer that he had to feed me before he
worked me and that I was not going to throw my food away . He was in my face
yelling and telling me to throw it in the trash and I told him no so I got another
case. He was casing me and everything. I can say that I used to not hate people
for the color of their skin, what they were or for any thing like that but they, the
guards, make you that way. I'm not in any gangs but I've had them ask me to
join them. I've been told by some they would kill me but I only live one day at a
time in here.
Since I've been here my mother has had two major surgeries for cancer and has
lost most of her eye sight. They took her drivers license away from her so I have
not seen her in a long time well in years I should say. It hurts really bad to know
she is hurting and I can't be there but I did what I did to put myself here and there
is no getting out of it mow. All I can do is try to better myself the best I can in here.
I have see fights that you would not believe. I've seen a lot of blood shed in here
and I'm just thankful that it has not been my own. You learn in here you hear nothing
and you see nothing or you can find yourself or dead really quick. In here I've seen
people fight over water.
In here I've seen it all and I will say for all of you that it is not a place you would want
to be. Drugs are not the answer, neither is this place so do the best you can to stay
out of here and try to make something out of your life even if it is just raising your
children the right way. Do the best you can. Take it from me and all of the others
in here, it's not fun to be locked up away from the ones you love. I've got to hold
my son one time and I pray my mother makes it till I get out. Take it from me it is
not fun so do the best you can do!
Sincerely
Heath Adam Smith
Heath Smith #1008434
Telford Unit
P.O. Box 9200
New Boston, TX 75570-9200
I knowing the patterns can see the road Heath is headed down and think he needs major counceling and anger management counceling...and also needs to be KEPT on his medication at all times...to prevent or lesson his violent outbursts...and he does have then...not often...but he does.