Dionta Young

THE ROSE THAT GREW FROM CONCRETE, by Dionta Jessie Young

Introduction:

My name, Dionta Jessie Young, was bestowed upon me January 29th, 1976 , at Memorial Hospital , by my heavenly mother, who I adore and admire dearly. I am the last born of two brothers, and the uncle of 14 nieces and nephews, and one great nephew.

Due to impulsively poor decision making and an insatiable lust for life in the fast lane, I was arrested, and charged, for multiple drug trafficking offenses, and subsequently sentenced to 19 years , May 16th 2002, to the Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation. That sentence expires July 15, 2021.

My response to being incarcerated inspired a spiritual longing to live a life with purpose. A wise human being said, ” THE GREATEST TRAGEDY IN LIFE ISN’T DEATH, BUT LIFE WITHOUT PURPOSE.”. These words became the impetus behind my day to day critical examinations of my life , my values, people that were a part of my life, as well as the many people that I’d encounter throughout the course of my incarceration. The mere observation of my conditions was a baseline for change.

The process of transformation was extremely challenging due in part to a natural vehemence of resistence that aries when change befalls upon us and we’re compelled to face hard truths about ourselvs and the world around us. Change is like going to the dentist and having a tooth pulled or getting a filling! ( yikes). However, I was willing and able to accept and admit that the world was cold, cruel, and calloused., and that I was a flawed man comfortable in the bliss of ignorance , immediate gratification, and other maladaptive behaviors that comes with life in the fast lane.

Endeavoring to better myself, find purpose , and overcome my weaknesses, I first enlisted the aid, guidance, and energy of my higher power to help me concentrate on my strengths. Then I began reading and studying various schools of thought; social, political , religious, psychological etc. which enabled me to turn prison into a university, my prison cell into a study hall, and my environment into an empirical based study lab on human behavior in a micro social environment.

Prisons are inundated with a motely of human beings who’ve been exposed to and have experienced some of lifes most heinous, senseless, barbaric, and traumatizing situations. These human beings are in dire need of a blanket of holistic care that’s wrapped in empathy, empowerment, patience, and unyielding dedication to the optimal well being of ALL involved with corrections and rehabilitation.

I am humbly thankful for the whole prison experience because it enabled me to rise from the ashes of confinement , maximize my potential,
and find life long purpose through service. In the words of the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore , ” I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy”.

Thank you for your time, patience, and interest in reading this. Feel free to contact me via jpay.com or write me at:

Dionta Young #444-939
P.O.Box 56
Lebanon, Ohio. 45036.

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