Nearly twenty-two years ago, I was sitting in a prison cell, looking at the wrong end of a forty-year sentence for a crime I did not commit.
My wife appeared one day and informed me that I had lost my appeal in the Indiana Supreme Court and that since I had a 40 year sentence, she was going to get on with her life and file for divorce. It was not a good day, to say the least. The next day, my wonderful father visited me and said “Son, you’ve got a mountain to move and you are going to have to do it yourself.” Badger, Roger and a few others know me as “mover” (as in Mountainmover) and now you know where the name comes from.
I was a plumber in prison. I had a top-paying job doing that ($1.25 a/day). When I lost my appeal, I went to my boss/guard and said “Glen, I need you to do me a big favor.” See, I had been relying on my attorneys to get me out, but little did I know then (I understand it now) that it would have been political suicide for an attorney to expose a corrupt judge, prosecutor and police department in a “righteous little city – Anderson, Indiana”.
The favor I asked of Glen was that he call every favor and pull every string he could to get me a job in the Prison Law Library. The next day, I was working in the law library. I don’t know what he did, but he saved my life. It took me 13 months of 18 hour days to file my appeal, but then I took on the State of Indiana and kicked their asses! On August 31, 1994, a judge ordered my handcuffs and shackles removed and I walked out of the courtroom a free man with my record expunged.
I couldn’t have moved that mountain without Glen. Thank you, Glen, from the bottom of my heart! The above picture was taken last Sunday. I have only seen Glen 4 or 5 times in the last 22 years, but we are brothers forever. We were together Sunday at the funeral of Glen’s wife. There was no question that I would come. It was understood. His wife, Patty, was diagnosed with terminal cancer early this year and he took seven months off work to be with her in he final days. She died in his arms.
Glen wasn’t a guard long, just long enough to help me get to where I could move a mountain. He was one of the angels I met along the way through the bowels of Hell. Since then, I have a wonderful life, gorgeous wife, beautiful family, precious grandkids and I am President of a International Company that is growing exponentially. Life is good, but it all started with Glen Griggs, the man who saved my life.
Glen Griggs is a REAL, GOOD, MAN and I hope 2014 is a year of healing for him. I’m here for you, Brother! You really saved my life – Thank You!