There’s a saying that goes, “Preacher’s kids are the worst kids.” Such a broad generalization is absurd, of course. But Dennis Boyd says he lived up to it.
Dennis grew up in a decent neighborhood near Dallas. His parents raised him on Christian values, but he started giving in to peer pressure in junior high. Around age 14, he was dabbling in alcohol and weed and skipping school. Over time, he entered a more serious life of crime—“hustling and carrying arms,” he calls it—and found himself staring down at three life sentences for robbery. He would live out most of that sentence in maximum-security facilities.
Beside wearing the jumpsuit, not much changed for Dennis. “[I was] still doing crazy stuff and just surviving,” he says.
Dennis didn't only spend years within prison walls. He lived behind walls of distrust and negativity that prevented him from healthy relationships.
When he stepped into the Carol S. Vance Unit in Richmond, Texas, he discovered what could make those walls crumble.
