Allday Aude'

My life is anything but normal. Shit happens to me that just does not happen to other people. When I was 8 years old, a substitute bus driver decided to run me over. My pelvis was shattered like a glass jar, and the doctors didn't think I'd make it through the night. Somehow I survived. I sued the woman and the school district for hiring her. I lost. I guess 10 million bucks was too much to ask for. Could've been worse though. I was told that I'd never walk again. I ran. I was told that I'd always be in pain. Of course that part was true. Not a friggen day goes by that I don't feel my body reminding me of that day. I've never been very religious, but I do believe in God, and I know that guy works in mysterious ways. He made me get use to pain. He knew what I was gonna be going through. I spent 3 years in a Pakistani prison for a crime I did not commit. Many people believe I got what I deserved, but I got screwed over big time. I learned the hardest way possible that you can't trust anybody. I went to jail in the worst country ever because a friend set me up. I was tortured for information I didn't have. This included electrocution, drownings, and being hung up like a punching bag and used as one. I was offered a deal with the judge. Pay 1000 dollars, and plead guilty, and I would've only had to of served 14 months. This is common in their corrupt legal system. The American Embassy urged me to take this deal. They asked me "What's worth more to you? Your pride, or your freedom?" Anyone who knows me might say that I'm a hard headed son of a bitch. Let me clarify one thing. My mom is no bitch. But my pride is worth a hell of alot more to me than my freedom. I refused to plead guilty knowing that I was facing a possible death sentence, or worse, life. I was given a 7 year prison sentence. I was relieved. 7 years I could handle. The only true American to have ever been arrested in this Country, ever. I was constantly attacked by Al Qaida and Taliban prisoners, or any other prisoner with nothing better to do than try to collect the 5000 rupee bounty on my head. I was kept in isolation for my safety. It wasn't enough. I was still stabbed twice, bitten, and in more fights than I could ever even begin to remember. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The guards were by far my worst enemies. They believed me to be a famous Hollywood Actor, which was not good at all. I worked on the movie "Scorpian King" as a stuntman and this bit of information turned into the rumor that I was the hero of the 'Mummies'. These idiots thought I was Brandon Frasier. They rely heavily on bribes and everyone there thought I was a millionaire. I received repeated beatings from the guards. Beatings so bad that every finger on my right hand was broken one by one. Two of my ribs, and my shoulder. That was just one day. Every time I fought back, I would be thrown into Cussory, which is basically a small dark room. So dark that you can't even see your hand in front of your face. The only time I would see day light was when I was brought out for my hourly beating. I was strapped to a chair and thrown on my back, and a few guards would take turns beating the bottom of my feet with a skinny stick. I spent a total of 132 days in that room. 8 weeks of them were in a row. I watched countless men die from beatings, starvation, and suicide. I consider myself extremally lucky to have survived. People think that my ordeal wasn't that bad because I managed to get through it. I seriously don't understand how anyone could think that prison time in any third world country can't be that bad? I'm gonna boast my ego right here and say this, "I don't personally know one person who could've survived what I did." At the prison I was staying at, there was a 1 out of 3 chance of getting out of it alive for anyone with a 5 year prison sentence or longer. I had a 7 year prison sentence. At least I represented America well. 1 for 1. Knowing that I was innocent is what kept me alive. Anger for the man that did this to me. Payback on him yet to come. I was not gonna wait around for a miracle. I decided to do something for myself. I learned the language and studied the law over there and was eventually able to get my sentence reduced from 7 years to time served. I was lucky. I understand why people would think that I was guilty. It's easier to think that someone is going through something as horrible as that when they deserve it. I'd hate to think about someone going through something like that and be innocent. I lost 3 years of my life for a crime I didn't commit. Almost lost my life more than once. No matter what I say, people will doubt me. The only way to find meaning in what happened to me is to pass on these small words of advice. Never carry anything for anyone, anywhere. Drug Smugglers are shameless. They'll get their products any way they can. Especially at others expenses. I was guilty of being trusting of others. Of believing that no one could ever do this to someone else. I was naive. And for the rest of my life, I'll be called a Drug Smuggler because of it. I've learned that people would rather assume the worst about you, than comprehend the truth. It sucks. I hope no one else ever has to go through what I did. Because hardly anyone will believe them if they do. Maybe I survived just to warn others?I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4