“A Mile in our Shoes”
The above 5 words are so simple to write and sound so simple to say, yet too many they never really understand them or get it do they. See those of us who have spent time in jail or prison, or those of you who have had or still have a loved one inside get it. To the majority they don’t care and in some ways I see their point also. I know that may make some of you mad or upset but we are a minority to those that are “good”.
We all strive to do the right thing and for the most part many succeed, while some seem destined to go back down that road of self-destruction, regardless of countless warnings from loved ones. That would be a very hard thing to accept. To tell a son, husband, father, brother, and of course this applies to women as well, but for the most part I address the men here. Only if I knew and understood what my actions really did to my loved ones.
Going back to those that really don’t see or walk in our shoes don’t blame or hate on them. For the most part they may have been a victim of crime and see us as all the same. Again I cannot blame them for that. There is good and bad in all aspects of life. There are those who have no one inside yet pick up the flag and banner for their cause. There are those that hide behind pearly gates and refused to think that anyone in jail or prison can be just a person who got caught up in something.
There are many inside who cry “I was framed or not guilty” some are telling the truth while many more or not. In prison I helped some by going to the law library and filing rites and motions for them. After reading the court transcripts or lack of I was astonished to think they thought they were innocent. Many may not be guilty of this or that crime, but never were caught for so many other crimes. So in a way is it karma that finally caught them?
The bottom line is you my readers today who suffer the blunt of all this. The stares and whispers from those who shun those inside. It is not your fault for our/mine/their actions. Yes it can be said or argued that some of you may have had “something” to do with it but for the most part I and them should and will be held accountable for our actions. Society in whole has always looked down on inmates no matter the crime or facts.
Some laws are picky and unjust but they are still the law, and most know that going in. Like the old saying “You sleep with dogs, you’re bound to get fleas”, or “Where there is smoke, there usually is fire”. What I mean is for the most part there is a pattern of behavior with some regardless of the love they receive. You can blame it on up bringing or society, or the government, or the Dallas Cowboys losing (sorry had to put that in there), but all in all we have to man up and face the consequences of our actions.
Sadly it is you, all the loved ones who suffer most. Many of you ever Saturday and Sunday make the pilgrimage to the various units to spend a few hours with someone who has or still is breaking your hearts. You try to put up a brave face and swallow tears. Words are spoken, but some are not for whatever reason. You leave with an empty feeling and hungry for more. You spend money needed for other things on gas to share a few hours with someone who means so much to you and for that you all are truly the Hero’s.
You are the silent unknown victim in all this. The mothers, wives, sisters, grandmothers, sisters and so many more. The ones who hurt the most are the kids who can’t or won’t understand why daddy or mommy isn’t coming home tonight. You shield them from your pain because your love for them is unmeasurable. You put on a brave front and smile, while your heart breaks. To me that is strength that if contained or bottled would end any war.
At times I am at a loss for words to try to explain what I felt and can hopefully turn that into something all of you can relate too. Better is something you can use to help yourself. I’m no one special at all, I guess I have a talent to express my heart and soul on paper and share it with you. I post my writings on my Blog and of course on various groups. At times I may even post on my regular Facebook page. Some of the remarks I get are comical at times “Wow you were in prison? You don’t seem the type or a bad guy”. A smile breaks across my face and really never respond.
My point I guess is society has judged me forever for what I did in a 2 minute span, my whole life and all the things I did which I could consider good was thrown out the window for 2 minutes of stupid actions. Yes I did do my crime, I was guilty and paid the price which I should have, no crying or belly aching. But in saying that here I will get messages from some saying I’m doing just that or who cares.
I will never win many fans for my actions, and to be honest I don’t care anymore. I can only do what I can and keep up the good fight and stay my course. Same goes for all of you, stay your course, ignore ignorant people, and listen to your heart, mind, and soul. Some care, more don’t……oh well. In Canadian fashion we had a saying for those who are like that “Get Bent” with a smile of course. You guys Rock and keep it up….Till we meet again.