Imagine the most horrible time in your life. You feel sick and tired…all the time. You feel burdened and lonely. It is hard to imagine anyone in the world can understand the overwhelming pain you are enduring. You feel rejected and judged. How can you continue on?
Imagine though, there is some sunlight trying to peak its way into your heart. Each day you begin to allow yourself to accept a simple smile. Then gradually you hear the warm greeting that always follows. Eventually you begin to look forward to the shades of warm sun that are trying to melt the ice your heart has been entrapped in for what feels like an eternity.
You start to feel hope again. What a distant memory it once was to you, now has become a familiar friend again. You begin to look forward to things. You can sleep again. The evil weight that nailed you to the ground has slid off your shoulders like melting ice cream. You can stand tall again. You have found that old feeling of happiness. What a blessing to begin to be released from all your pain.
Then suddenly, the sunlight disappears…without warning. Fear, dread, loneliness, and bitterness begin to cast shadow over your soul. This evil you had begun to escape has suddenly taken hold of you again. You face the undeniable truth, you are a prisoner. You are alone. Depression begins to kick in again.
The last few days I did not attend work. I have been dealing with severe anxiety as a result of personal loss. I knew there was no way I could go to work and give emotionally as a teacher, if MY soul needed healing. So that is just what I did. I fed my soul until my cookie jar was full enough to give some more.
My heart racing and my eyes burning, this morning I fought my way to work. I could see the face of all of my students flashing in my brain, signaling my motivation to carry on and forward…for them. I knew they needed me. I just did not realize how much.
I had a small inkling that the inmates enjoyed our classes and the time I spent encouraging their internal/spiritual healing. Yet,I had no idea how truly important it was until today.
They came to me one by one. They shared how much they look forward to our time together. How it makes a huge difference, and gives them something to look forward too. It was so touching. They told me stories and gave me certificates they made for me.
Then I met with inmate Knowledge. He was the quietest he has ever been. All day. He was sullen. I knew something was wrong.
At the end of the day he quietly came by my side. I could feel him soaking up my kindness. His eyes had deep pain in them. He kept blinking quickly and looking away from me. As if he was on the verge of tears. This is something I have never seen a man in prison do before.
I asked him if he was okay. He said he was feeling very down. He was burdened.
That is always a sensitive moment for me to maneuver. Many of these men work very hard to avoid their emotions. So I am always careful not to push them.
So I merely ask what I can do to cheer him up. He looks down and shrugs his shoulders. I ask him if he wants something to draw. He says he just finished drawing and his hand is tired. I ask him if he wants a puzzle. He says he is already working on one. Then he leaves my office.
Before I leave for the day, I go to him with a puzzle in my hand. I explain to him it is about Christmas. I point out the words: joy, merry, peace, and cake. I tell him it is a happy puzzle and I hope it will make him feel better. He looks up and smiles at me. I see a flash of the happy inmate I recognize in his eyes.
I ask him if he was sad because I wasn’t there the past few days. He says in his deep sad voice that he was. He then begins to share his worry with me. That he was afraid I wasn’t coming back. That he thought something had scared me and I had changed my mind about keeping my job at the prison.
Then it hit me. Here is a man serving life in prison. He has no family. He has his routine life in prison, with very little to look forward too. And here I am. I always look out for him, ask how he is doing, give him articles to read, art to draw, and puzzles for entertainment. I greet him every morning and say goodbye at the end of every work day. He waters my office plant and keeps my floors swept. I have become his family in a way. And he was afraid I had abandoned him.
I look him in the eyes and tell him if I was to ever leave, he would know before it happened. I smile and remind him I will be there in the morning, and we will have our art class in the afternoon! (Which I know he loves). He begins to smile big and wide like he always does for me.
Okay God, now I really get it. This work is your work. I am merely a vessel to deliver love to people who truly need it.
Amen. I am so grateful for the blessings I receive in prison.