28 Grams of God-Given Inspiration

By Lyncarl Ox

This is 28 Grams of God-Given Inspiration, a recipe for everyday living. It's such a small package, yet so powerful and potent. Sit back and enjoy the ride as I take you on a journey through my testimonial experiences and relate scripture to our present time. This is something all walks of life can relate to. It has some humor in it, and a bit o

• Language: English
• Publisher: GDI Enterprises
• Release date: Mar 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9780692655900

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Lyncarl Ox, The Keep It Movin' Coalition

GDI Enterprises, LLC.

Destrehan, LA 70047

Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, New King James Version®. All rights reserved.

Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, King James Version®. All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-692-65590-0

Dedicated to my kids Lyncarl, Taylor, Jayce, and Jamyron; my mother, Mary; Grandmother Rose; Jon Quinones, Dan Perriloux, Clarence Smith Jr., and all of my Norco family and friends scattered and abroad.

Acknowledgments

First and foremost, all glory and honor to God for giving me the gift of writing. I thank God for turning my curse into a blessing and making this all possible. I thank God for using me as a vessel to represent His Kingdom. Thanks to Yolanda K. White, Nada M. Johnson, Cardell Campbell, Jr., and Mekayla White for typing up my rough drafts.

Thanks to Chanell Richardson, Carey Sewell, Anthony Gray, Devon Allen (Minister Fresh), Pastor Will, Richard Carr, Willie Thomas, Melissa Lynch, and David Lee for believing in me and encouraging me. Thanks to Kirk B. Anderson Jr., Ivan Mashia Jr., Artesia Mashia, Deedee Lechuga, Keith Robinson, Kendall Thompson, Lamont Scott, John Ciaccio, and Gary Jackson and the support throughout my captivity. Thanks to Pastor Bryant T. Sanders, Sister Joanne Bush, and every individual across the nation who takes time out of their lives to minister to the incarcerated (your labor is not in vain).

Special thanks to Pastor Orlando Smith, Lieutenant Poole and Lieutenant Gainey, and QuiNina Sinceno. Pastor Smith, you exemplifying what a spiritual leader is and I’m grateful to you for giving me those opportunities to feed the flock. To Lieutenants Poole and Gainey, I appreciate and am thankful for the chances you took with me. To QuiNina Sinceno, thanks for helping me with this whole book publishing process and for answering the 10,000 questions I had for you. Thank you for being there for me in general. If there is such a thing as Most Valuable C.E.O. of the Year Award, you deserve it. To anybody I forgot, thank you. Keep God first; Keep it positive; Keep It Movin’!

Introduction

My name is Lyncarl Lenny Ox and I’m currently serving a twenty-year sentence for distribution of heroin. Throughout these years of incarceration, I often reflect back to my past in search of the catalyst that led to this calamity. I frequently travel way back to my adolescent years trying to find the motivating factor that urged me to sell drugs to begin with. And as much as I would like to say so, it wasn’t out of need.

           For as far back as I can remember all of my needs were met. I was raised by my grandmother who provided a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and far more than enough food to eat. I can honestly say that I was never put in a position where I had to sell drugs. I didn’t have everything I wanted when I was growing up, but I always had everything I needed. The root of this calamity came more by way of desire than need-a desire for a way of living I examined throughout my neighborhood when I was in my early teens.

       The fast life and everything that came with it appealed to me, everything from the money and expensive cars to clothes, jewelry and other possessions. Just the thought of having those things dazzled my young mind. I was amazed at how it magnetized flocks of women. I liked the sense of fame it all brought. It wasn’t long before my mere examining turned into first-hand experience.  I soon found my way in. When I was fifteen, I started putting packages of weed together and distributing them in my neighborhood and at my high school.  About a year later, I started selling rocks (crack). I sold weed and rocks for a couple of years and eventually started selling coke. And I sold Lots of it.

        I vividly remember my most frequent partner in crime and I sitting in my room with 28 grams of coke on a plate, some razors and cellophane bags, putting packages together. This became a preliminary step to a customary practice. When we finished putting the packages together, we would go and find a car we could use in exchange for crack. We called them rock rentals. We would then drive around the neighborhood, joy riding and distributing packages. From there we would head across the river doing the same thing, and then back to the neighborhood. Sometimes we would make that trip as many as four times a day, but before I go too deep into details about my life, I’m going to give you a brief summary covering the main points. My intentions are not to give glory to myself, the person I had become, or the things I’ve done, but to glorify my Father for the changes He’s done in me.

       By the age of 19, I was smoking lots of weed and snorting grams of coke, all while maintaining my package distributions. By the age of 24, I had become a committed contributor to the crime rate. I accumulated two felonies and over 20 misdemeanors. And in the coming years, those numbers increased. Long story short, my obsession with putting packages together and addictions to fast money and drugs finally caught up with me. I was put under investigation in 2007 and arrested on December 15, 2008, ten days before Christmas, in a drug bust called Operation Sleigh Ride. And so here I am.