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“The Tale Of Floydale” (Part 2)

These situations destroyed any dreams I had of becoming a success story from the streets, so I hardened my exterior enough to fake it and act like things were not so bad. I hid this truth from anyone who knew me, and anyone who tried to get close to me after that was immediately met with walls that they would have never understood.

I couldn’t make any friends because I was afraid that one of them would find out and expose my truth, so I became a loner. I learned quickly though, so, when it came to survival, I quickly became successful at doing ilegal things to keep my head above water.

With no family, no friends, and no one to be accountable to, I started dealing with drugs and prostitution myself. I think back now and I wonder if this choice was made to try to change the image I had of myself. So became my life, drugs, hotels, and I will say the money was not bad.

After a few years, I started to want something better for my life. I knew this kid name Anthony that I went to school with, and his family had a church in our neighborhood, so I started hanging out behind the church, hoping no one would see me, and he would bring me food after the sermons.

I would sit and listen to his father preach and I remember thinking this God must not know about my situation, because all I heard him talk about was how much this guy loved everyone. I never really understood why those sermons would stick in my head other than I guess I became angry at this GOD for not loving me like he loved everyone else.

Floydale Eckles
DOC #708508

“The Tale Of Floydale” (Part 1)

This is going to be the story of my life as a child. I wanted to start here to give people a true understanding of the way my conscience works. It will be a story of love, betrayal, abandonment, and grief, but I hope you will find this gripping and inspiring as well.

I was born in a small town in Missouri, and raised to believe in family valuesand love, at least up until I was five. After five years old, my father left us alone to find love in far away Memphis, Tennessee. This left my mother alone, stuggling to take care of three kids, and angry, but not at my father…. at me.

I can’t explain how I became responsible for this man’s choices, but the resentment my mother displayed to me from this time on was shocking, hurtful, and ultimately resulted in me being abandoned and left in a dumpster at the age of nine.

I was not very close to my family, so siblings were not of any help either, so I just had to learn to take care of myself. I continued to go to school for a while tyring to pretend that things at home were the same, but, eventually, it became more of a task than that of my homework, and it was unproductive to continue to go, so I dropped out and started to live my life on the streets.

I moved around for a few years panhandling and tyring to learn all I could about how to survive in the mean streets, and also how to feed myself, which resulted in me being sold to several homosexual encounters for money.

Floydale Eckles
DOC #708508

Companionship or Company

Since the debut of the Prison Wive’s Club, much controversy surrounds the topic of women who dare to build relationships with incarcerated men. Many facets of multi-media suggests that convicts are heartless, emotionless brutes with no care or concern for anyone but ourselves. This is simply not the case for myself, or a large majority of the prison population for that matter. Many men in this institution, and facilities around Washington State, are open to, and in some instances, crying out for companionship in the hopes that true love will result from bulding those bonds.

As an incarcerated man, and I’m sure most incarcerated men and women will agree, I am aware that it is, indeed, improper to present myself to any woman under such a discrediting set of circumstances. However I am also aware that a person should not be judged by their actions, instead by the morals and values they represent, allowing their personality to build and impression rather than their expressions to build their personality.

In my current situation, it is essential to find a woman instiled with this understanding. Also, I would think that women would find it rather refreshing to meet a man stripped of all the worlds pressures, pretends, and masks of illussion. Not being presented with the pressures of performance, whether it be regarding first appearances, first dates, or sexual satisfaction, relieves one of hinderances,allowing them to build the relationship solely on communication, correspondense, and the ability to build a real mental, and spritual connection. Tell men what you think.

Floydale Eckles
DOC #708508

Floydale Eckles

Hello to all! In greeting, I would like to extend best wishes to all for this holiday season. My name is Floydale Eckles, which I’m sure could be a topic of discussion in and of itself.(Smile) The short version…I am somewhat of a country boy, born and raised in Missouri, so traditional attributes apply.

I am a 42 year old, African-American man. I have been incarcerated since Augustof 2014, and I am due to be released on May 02, 2016. I like to think I am an intellectual, well-informed, and a great conversationalist, so look forward to my topics and blogs to be thought-provoking, mentally stimulating, and sometimes challenging, but always fun and interactive, so let’s blog!!!!!!!!!

Please feel free to respond to my posts. Also, my info is on the Contact page.

Thank you.

Floydale Eckles
DOC#708508