One sure thing about working in prison, is you never have a dull day. Today I saved a grasshopper that wanted to make my office its home, ate hot chili peppers to make my coworkers laugh, yelled at a room full of grown felons and made them thank me for it, got a request from a sex offender with a life sentence to be my teaching aide, counseled an inmate about to be released about his addiction, got a new bookshelf for my office, taught for 6 hours, gave puzzles out to inmates, and and and.
I love my job. I absolutely positively adore it. Being able to bring sunshine and positivity into a world of gloom is such a joy. I am seeing the transformation in the people around me, and the theme they are telling me they have now is reinforced HOPE. What a beautiful gift.
It is also scary as hell at times. You can never forget where you are or underestimate what convicts behind bars are capable of. I take a leap of faith every time I step into that compound, that I will walk back out unharmed. This is prison. People are stabbed, raped, exploited, beaten, defrauded, and conned every single day.
But it can also be amazing. Like when someone finds change. Or learns how to change. When they become close to God. When they learn to find value in this world and themselves. When they learn to trust in people like me who show them that not everything in this world is pain.