Last one for today....
A Taste of Freedom.Ever had your freedom taken away from you? There is no worse feeling in life. Dealing with death is easier for me than that feeling.
Our cells were locked sometimes. It made no difference. Around the prison was a 20 foot metal wall....on top of that were a few miles of razor wire. Our bathrooms were in the middle of a courtyard.
About a week into my sentence, a brother named John approached me. He was a very kind person. He gave me my first taste of freedom.
It was about 7pm and it was getting dark outside. John went to the bathroom and climed up the bars on the outside of the building and pulled himself up on the roof and then lay down. I followed and ducked for cover on the top of the roof as well.
"look there", John said, and pointed to the freeway on the other side of the prison wall.
LIGHTS....Red tail lights and white headlights in rows - Traffic!!!
As we lay there I was free. I was in the traffic. I was everyone of those drivers going home at the end of the day to be with my family! It was glorious!! Every light was a light oh hope to me. I knew that one day I would be able to go home to my family too.