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This awful realization of mine sprang up from a nightmare–the details of which I will never forget. In the dream, I was a man living in a prison cell. It was a typical 9×12 with a concrete block for a bed, a cheap pillow, and a thin mattress. A stone slab protruding from the wall (my “desk”).

You can always tell when the woodshop begins its operations for the day. For one, there is always that distinct sound of the motor turning over and activating the air filtration system, bringing the woodshop to life. Secondly, about the same time there is an unmistakable troop of about 90 inmates spilling out of the buildings at the Nottoway Correctional Center

It is hard to pinpoint exactly how things went wrong. Perhaps it had something to do with the choices I made. Or maybe there were some contributing factors that ultimately led to the position that I am currently in, but that is nothing short of conjecture.

There is no point to be coy about it. The fact of the matter it is impossible to grasp the struggles that today’s prisoner faces, unless of course you were to walk a mile or two in his or her shoes, which I truly pray never happens to you.

hat makes people who they are? And if you look into the depth of someone’s character, what would you see. More importantly, what would you need to see in order to know who they really are?