Terry don Foley is a Littlefield, Texas native having grown up on a working farm raising cattle, cotton, alfalfa hay, and sorghum. It was here that his love of life and adventure began, surrounded by a strong foundation of family and friends before he entered the oil fields of West Texas. It was in the oil patch that Terry found his calling, honing his skills as a drilling consultant, overseeing oil and gas exploration and development in North, Central and South America for a host of major oil and gas companies.
Terry has three children and a growing number of grandchildren. Tragically, a fourth child named Leigha Rose, died of cancer in 1996 following her courageous battle with cancer.
Mourning the loss of his beloved daughter and with alcohol as a crutch, Terry's world began to crumble. Soon he would find his 'drink of choice' was a diversion from reality. In 2009, Terry was convicted of a felony and would serve four years in a federal prison.
While incarcerated Terry wrote several short stories and a novel. By combining his imagination, experiences as a young man, knowledge of the jungle and love for Mayan history, his own unique style of writing was birthed. He published his first book in the fall of 2013, titled Ah Cacaw and the Demon Piri Aji, a short historical tale. The novel, Taste of Poison, was expanded to a three book series in June of 2015.
Today, Terry lives in his home town where he writes fiction and sees to the needs of his family. He is surrounded by a loving and forgiving community who knew him as a farm boy and one of their own. His life is simple - he lives to love and writes with a passion.
I'D LIKE TO THANK THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF PRISONS
Seriously! I'm not being sarcastic. If not for the experience of being incarcerated in a Federal Prison, I would still be lost in my problems, totally unaware of my screwed up thinking. It was during my four years of incarceration that I determined to reach out for help, and help is what I received. I've seen, first hand, the problems within our judicial system, especially in our country's ridiculous laws and sentencing guidelines to combat illicit drugs and their abuse. However, this is a platform to tell everyone the good that came out of a very bad act. So, thank you BOP, and thanks to those psychologists, psychiatrists, and cognitive behavioral specialists who did not turn their backs to me, instead lead me to a place of self-awareness and peace of mind.
In 2009 I was arrested in a bank, drunk off my ass, holding a threatening letter to a bank official. Now, I wish I could say I was innocent or that it was all some big mistake, but it was premeditated and I am guilty as hell. Stress, vodka and a hypo-manic disorder had a large part to play in my downfall, but more exacting is the fact that I was criminally minded. That is a difficult thing to admit.
Yeah, my story is different than most others who have been incarcerated. Today, I live a life free from the many demons that once haunted me and daily I grow more self-ware. Its not my intentions to minimize my crime, however, I do view my time behind bars as the sabbatical I needed to regain control of my mind and get my life back on the right track.
It is not the accomplishments and victories we amass in life that have the power to awaken us to what is important, to what is truly meaningful; rather, enlightenment comes when we are defeated - naked, beaten up, abandoned, and rejected. If we choose, it is in these darkest of times we can fine meaning.