Behind Prison Walls: Are You Blessed?

By Bobby Jimmerson

My name is Bobby Jimmerson. My book is about my life and life on drugs. I was in love with rock cocaine that I use five hundred or more a day.

I want the readers to know what the life on drugs will do to you. I need the world to know that drugs will only make you do things you would not have done. If it was not for the drugs I took from my wife and kids lied to get money to get more dope I even took from my own mother.

I went to prison for two years, came home, went back to the drug--my lover rock cocaine--then in back up in prison for five years. So you see, my mind was not made up to be done with the cocaine, so I ended back up in prison with twenty-five years to life under the three-strike law for taking from people's homes.

As you read the book, you will see where I once was, then you will see the changes get done in my life. The only thing I want to do now is to help others stay off drugs and out of gangs. This way, they will stay out of prison or out of the grave. If God changed my heart, he can do the same for you. I need my life to be a light now and the world to see there can be changed. We can't do it on our own. Try Jesus. He won't let you down. That's what the book is all about--the change that God has done in my life.

God bless you, and I pray that you enjoy what you read. It's about change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886852325

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Behind Prison Walls

Are You Blessed?

Bobby Jimmerson

ISBN 979-8-88685-231-8 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88685-232-5 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Bobby Jimmerson

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

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Table of Contents

This book is dedicated to my mother, my dad, and my three daughters, and Cynthia; number 1 to God.

I know that if it was not for the Lord, I would not be alive today. I was on so much dope on the outside that I know if it was not for the Lord, I would not be here to write this book.

Foreword

I've known Bobby for many years. I knew him when he married Cynthia in 1985, and they had a beautiful wedding. Then I saw how the drugs took over his life. The rock cocaine took him to a place where he never thought he would be. Once the rock took over his life, he didn't care whom he hurt or stole from, starting with Cindy. He hurt her in so many ways that she should not have ever forgiven him for. He took money from her. He lied on his girls just to get money to buy drugs. He took from his mom to give to the dope man. But the man he is now, after twenty-five years in prison, is a new man. Since being home, he's accomplished many things. He has received his high school diploma at the age of fifty-eight. He completed his parole early. He's been on the same job. He's a licensed minister and has a prison ministry. Don't tell me what God won't do, when He has changed one of His servants. There's truly been a true change because all he wants to do is help the young stay out of prison and off the streets. There's one thing Bobby always says, If you want to see a change, change starts in the home.

—Ronald Johnson

My Beginning

My Wedding Day

Three Strikes

Why I Took from You

Depression in Prison

What We Look Forward To

Being Hard

In and Out of Prison

Homosexuals on the Yard and the Wife God Blessed Me with, Cynthia

If Only One Makes a Change

Sometimes I Feel Like Giving Up

You Can Do Better

I've Done It All

No More Hurt

It's Time to Try Jesus

Satan Has His Too

Since My Change Came

My Pen in My Hand

Parents

Forgive Us

Our Kids

Bad Marriage

Died for Us

We Have to Stop

Friends

Don't Let the Devil

My Real Dad

The Judge

New High

God's Word

As of December 18, 2006

My First Granddaughter

April 18, Ma's Day

I Found My Real Dad and Sister and Brother after Forty-Six Years

Why I Went Back to Mr. Cocaine

How My Change Came

The End

About the Author

This book is dedicated to my mother, my dad, and my three daughters, and Cynthia; number 1 to God.

I know that if it was not for the Lord, I would not be alive today. I was on so much dope on the outside that I know if it was not for the Lord, I would not be here to write this book.

Foreword

I've known Bobby for many years. I knew him when he married Cynthia in 1985, and they had a beautiful wedding. Then I saw how the drugs took over his life. The rock cocaine took him to a place where he never thought he would be. Once the rock took over his life, he didn't care whom he hurt or stole from, starting with Cindy. He hurt her in so many ways that she should not have ever forgiven him for. He took money from her. He lied on his girls just to get money to buy drugs. He took from his mom to give to the dope man. But the man he is now, after twenty-five years in prison, is a new man. Since being home, he's accomplished many things. He has received his high school diploma at the age of fifty-eight. He completed his parole early. He's been on the same job. He's a licensed minister and has a prison ministry. Don't tell me what God won't do, when He has changed one of His servants. There's truly been a true change because all he wants to do is help the young stay out of prison and off the streets. There's one thing Bobby always says, If you want to see a change, change starts in the home.

—Ronald Johnson

My Beginning

I was born in Texas at my grandmother's house. We had no money for a doctor. All we had was the Lord. My grandmother's name was Mary Magdalene, just like the woman in the Bible. Grandma was about 5´7˝ and 150 pounds, with black and gray hair and brown eyes. She had fine skin and looked very good. She told my mom not to worry because the Lord would take care of me. I was only two-and-one-half pounds when I was born. Grandma Magdalene got a shoebox and made a bed and hung a lamp over it to keep me warm. That was on October 17, 1961. I have, to this day, never spent a night in the hospital. My mom had moved to Indio, California, to be with her family—momma, sisters, and brothers. I stayed with Grandma Mary Magdalene in Texas until my Uncle Joe Brown moved me to Indio to be with my mom.

After being in Indio for some time but often visiting Texas, Grandma Magdalene died in 1976. That hurt me so bad I don't know how to explain my pain. She was my heart. I never knew my real dad. I did meet him one time when I was fourteen years old. His name was Charles Jimmerson. I did meet his mom and one of his sisters. All I know is his mom died, but as for the rest of the Jimmerson family, I don't know them, but I hear they are living in Texas today.

I want the world to know my mother was a good mom. She raised me in a church home, and there I learned God is a true God. Mom did all she could to make sure I could be one of the best and would know the Lord. Mom married my stepdad, Reverend H. Hubbard. Hub was taller than me, about 5´10˝, and weighed 170 pounds, with big brown eyes and black wavy hair. I loved him more than words can describe. He had always been there for me. He always said, God would have a job for me to do. He was the one that started calling me Bud. If it were not for Mom, Hub, and my family's prayers, I would have been dead a long time ago.

I want young people (and old too) to know dope is not the way. Because of dope, I am in prison with twenty-five years to life, all because I thought I had to have dope to make it from day to day. But I was wrong. The only thing a man or woman needs in life is to be saved and get high on the Lord.

I started using weed when I was fourteen or fifteen years old. Then I went to taking pills, and at the age of nineteen or twenty, I fell deep in love with Mr. Cocaine. I got put out of high school in the eleventh grade and never went back.

Sometimes when things don't go the way we think they should, we turn to dope, and dope makes us do things we don't want to do and would not do if we were not on dope.

I must say, To quit, you have to want to! You can't just think you can do it on your own. There is no way! The only way is Jesus or time in prison away from the ones you love and the ones that love you. It's time to change, and the time is now!

But it's up to you, not your mom or dad or wife or kids. You may ask how I know this. I will tell you how I know. My family tried all they could to help me quit. But as I said before, when you're in love with dope, the way I was, the only way off it for me was coming back to prison so the Lord could change me. Not that He could not change me outside of prison, but outside, I had no time for God, and now all I have is time.

My Wedding Day

Now, I must tell you February 23, 1985, was the day I said I do to the best woman I ever knew, Cynthia. I will always love her, and God blessed us to have three daughters. Cynthia and I love them very much. Their names are A'Kebia, Sha'Quita, and Tsae'Yeh. Actually, Mr. Cocaine made me lose them because I had more love for him. I was doing things I never would have done if I was not in love with cocaine. I hurt them so bad by not being there for them. Instead, I am in prison writing this book, and I want everyone to know that Mr. Cocaine is not the way to go. If you are in love with him, you need to get help, because he will only bring you to prison or to your grave.

With the Lord in my life and myself not wanting any more dope, I can make it on the outside. I do know I have a job to do out there, so I will just wait and put all my trust in the Lord to open the doors for me.

When I was in love with dope, I would do everything to get some more. I sold everything I had. I took money from my family, my kids' bank, my wife, and whomever at that time. Cocaine was my life. I loved it, but it did not love me back. All it was doing to me was hurting me and making me someone God did not make. I just thank God I have a family that never gave up on me. As I sit here in prison, I know I must tell young people and old ones too what dope did to me and my life, as well as the lives of my family, wife, and kids. Now, I can't even say wife, just ex-wife. You may ask why. Well, because I did not know how to love my wife. The cocaine told me he was the only love, and I trusted him. Dope can talk to you just as I am speaking to you now. Trust me. I know. It did to me the same way. If only I