ENRAPTURE

9-27-12

It was June 1, 2012 and the day was going like every other Friday at Marion Correctional. I did my clothes exchange early that morning and the sewing plant were closed. So that put me stuck in the dorm all day. I had got into these arguments at the card table with the inmate, who i'm going to refer to as T K.

Anyways, it was about 3:00pm and I was sitting in the back ofthe dayroom speaking with another inmate who is known as O G. I was telling O G that I was ready toi leave Marion, but the only way was to go to long term lock-up. I was explaining to him how I haven't heard anything from my daughters mother in 2 years. How may brothers and sisters don't write. How my Mother was sick and how she hasen't heard from or seenmy daughter or her Mother in 7 months. I was frustrated.

all hecould tell me wasto pray. Which I responded by telling him that everythingi pray some bad happen. and beside I really don't pray being that I am a Neo-Pagan. I told him that I meditate and do small rituals and rites. While i was explaining this to O G, T K cmae back there and jumped into our conversation. (That really got me heated). T K started making unnecessary remarks about wiccans and pagans. By me not really caring about anything at that time, I stood up and told him to get his cell open. Then I left and went to my cell and put my shoes on and grabbed what i call my protection. When I came back to the dayroom, O G came up top me and begged me not to do anything stupid. Just because I respect O G I told him that I would chill, but the next time T K do anything that I feel is wrong I was going to send him out on a stretcher.

Well, about 5 minutes later my wholed personality and mentality changed. The Correctional Officer came ito the dorm and passed out the mail. After getting my mail I sat back down beside O G. I flipped the envelop over and seen my daughter name on it. By the time I finished reading her letter I was crying. I was so happy. I couldn't stop smiling as tears of joy rolled down myface. When I glanced side-ways I seen O G crying. I let him see the pictures that my Princess colored for me and let him read theletter. Then I went to my cell and wrote her back immediately. And for the next 2 days I talked O Ghead off about her.

Since that day we have been staying in touch and every time I get a letter from her I feel the same way, enrapture. I haven't gotten a write up or anything since she has been writing me. I just wanted to share that.