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Part 4: The Redemption – How Prison Saved My Life

By. Christopher McManus


The Reality of 24 Months Behind Bars

The first few weeks in jail were a blur. I had been awake for 11 days straight before my arrest, so it took me almost two weeks to even start understanding what had happened.

I wasn’t in denial. I wasn’t blaming anyone else. I was just numb.

The detectives kept pushing for information, but it was pointless. I didn’t remember half of it.

Then, reality hit me.

The first court date came fast. The prosecution wanted to charge me with 1st-degree sales—an 84-month minimum sentence.

That was it.

I was done. I told myself I’d rather jump off the mezzanine than sit in prison for 7 years over some BS.

So I played my only card. I told them I was willing to go to trial.

I had been in the system long enough to know that no one wants a trial—not the defense, not the prosecution. It’s too expensive, too uncertain.

Two weeks later, they offered a deal.

They dropped it to 2nd-degree possession with intent to sell. Instead of 7 years, I’d do 24 months.

I took it without hesitation.


Prison Life – Not What You See on TV

Prison wasn’t what I expected.

Or maybe, I wasn’t in the prison I expected.

I ended up in a medium-security facility in Minnesota. About 2,000 inmates.

And 80% of them were sex offenders.

It wasn’t where I wanted to be.

But I made a decision before I walked through those gates.

I was going to use every second of my 16 months inside to change my life.


The Moment I Knew I Had to Change

Growing up, I always said, “If I ever go to prison, that’s when I’ll quit everything that got me here.”

That moment had arrived.

So I had a choice.

I could keep running the same cycle and come out right back in this place.

Or I could finally break the chains.

Before I got locked up, I was starting to hang around people who used needles. If I had stayed out, I would have ended up using like that too.

There’s no doubt in my mind—prison saved my life.


Building the Foundation for Who I Am Today

I wasn’t going to waste my time inside.

So I made a plan.

I worked out every day. At first, just to kill time. But soon, it became a way to rebuild myself.
I read everything I could get my hands on. Books on psychology, self-improvement, business—anything that could sharpen my mind.
I cut ties with anyone who wasn’t about growth. I wasn’t going back to the same crowd that got me here.
I made a vow—when I got out, I was going to make something of myself.

Prison didn’t break me. It built me.


The Day I Walked Free

After 16 months inside, the day finally came.

I walked out of those gates, a different man.

No more excuses.
No more blaming others.
No more wasted potential.

It was time to rebuild.

At first, it wasn’t easy. The world didn’t owe me anything.

But I was determined.

I got back into CDL trucking to make money, then slowly started working on what would eventually become McManus Ventures, Bussin’ Caterin’, and GrindWithChris.

Every day, I reminded myself—I had a second chance.

And I wasn’t about to waste it.


Why I Share My Story

A lot of people don’t make it out.

They get locked up, come out the same person, and fall right back in.

I refuse to be another statistic.

That’s why I’m here—to prove that no matter how far you fall, you can rise again.

I WAS MY OWN WORST ENEMY–NOW I’M MY GREATEST ASSET!
I blamed others, leaned on vices, and let addictions rule me–until I realized my life was mine to change. Your past doesn’t define you; your struggles don’t own you, and your potential is limitless. Keep pushing, keep rising, you’re stronger than you know.
-Christopher McManus-

You just have to choose to grind.

Are you ready?

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