The story I messed up

Six years ago, I did my job as a journalist. I worked a story hard. I was proud of myself. In the time since then, my life has changed so many times and in so many wonderful ways that I can't count them all.

In that same time, Charles Wakefield has stayed in prison, a place he has been for the better part of my life. Whether he would've stayed there may have not had anything to do with what I did, but, in my heart, I know I played a part in it.

In that same time, I have learned a lot more about Wakefield and how he ended up in prison in the first place. I have learned so much that I don't dare even start writing it here, because, if I do, this blog would be about nothing else.

In that same time, I have tried to atone for my youthful and naive exuberance as a news guy. Still, I have not ever come close to doing what I really need to do. I'm not even sure I ever can.

For now, I can only offer this:

I'm sorry, Charles.