Free Jason Vukovich

Jason Vukovich, born in Anchorage, Alaska in Providence Hospital, in June 1975.

Those were really some cold years, and I do mean cold. Raised in the midst of the congregation of an evangelical Christian church, there was all sorts of mind bending mythology imposed on my young mind. My mother and father were missionaries from that church, sent out to Indonesia, New Zealand, and Singapore. I was exposed to far away foreign cultures early on, learned to speak their languages quite quickly, and became close to the people I encountered there. 

My older brother and I were quite close wherever he was, I wasn't far behind, this bond would last for some number of years until it was forever broken later in my adolescence by my pedophile stepfather.

I began working at a very young age, from delivering newspapers, to shoveling snow, to then working for big game guides, commercial fishing, long line for halibut, set net for salmon, seasonal work which would take me out of my abusive home for many months at a time. During these many years I developed my work ethic and was taught how to behave like a real man through my interaction with gruff working men in the wilds of Alaska. I was grateful for each and every week I could be away from my home. 

Running away from home for good at the age of fifteen, I never looked back.  I became certified as a CNA, working long hours at a nursing home. This was humbling work for a runaway teenager, but I learned much from the elders, and watched many of them pass away, this gave me perspective on life and death which I could not grasp before that time. Soon, I graduated to light construction work, panting homes, then businesses, eventually applying complex coatings for steel manufacturing companies. Eventually, I would be spraying bridges, dams, missile silos, and naval vessels, none of this work really brought me joy, simply the satisfaction of a job well done.

Throughout this time I began following the calling which was rising up within my heart. This calling led me to assist children in need, some in immediate crisis, others on the verge of complete destruction. This eventually became the primary focus of my daily experience, but it took some time for me to develop it as a practice, this practice would end up costing me a good portion of my adult life. 

Also, during those years I became married, adopting my new wife's young daughter as my own, I then fathered two more children with her, a boy and a girl. What did I know about being a father? Nothing! Nothing at all, my examples were abusive and fleeting, and so, I learned as I went..... I will never love anyone again like I love my young children.

Over the years, we lived in Montana, Oregon, California, Washington and a few other states too, as long as we were all together, we were happy. There was never enough money, paying to medicate yourself after a broken childhood isn't cheap. So, I became quite the indoor marijuana grower, I also learned how to steal and utilize credit cards, this became a horrible part of my life. I eventually would travel all over the country running credit cards, breaking the law, being a thief and a weed dealer. It was a very bohemian lifestyle, and we had no responsibilities, just each other and the next town. This lasted for many years until the karma built up and was requiring a payment.

I am sure you all understand where this path eventually led me. I became the nemesis to those who victimized kids, I became the hunter of a certain sort of men. I had no thought of consequence, my life became something else, lived for someone else.

Now, I have served a good portion of the prison sentence I was given for assaulting a string of child rapists. When my day arrives, and that gate swings open, I will walk out with my head up, confident, at the very least, in the reality that I was able to help others in a manner which was never afforded to my brother and I. Until then, I live one day at a time, I stay healthy, try to remain positive, and hope for the best.