A picture is worth a thousand words…That’s what I’ve always heard. When you’re doing time a photo is worth much more. Sometimes family/friends don’t realize that a picture can totally open a window to a prisoner’s mind. I watch the reactions of people after mail call sometimes. Some days faces are filled with disappointment. I can always tell when someone has been promised mail and it didn’t show up. At other times there’s a sign of pure joy on a man’s face. Those are the days he got that letter/package of pics he was looking for. I know the feeling. Something so simple can mean so much to a man in here. Most guys can’t wait to show a friend the pics they received. At other times it’s more personal. Either way, it’s important to a man.
A few days ago I watched a man receive some pictures. There were a few, but one in particular caught his attention. He walked to his bunk staring at the pic with out saying a word. I was curious to know what he was staring at because of his reaction. I communicate him but we’re not close enough for me to ask about his pics so I just went on my way. Later that day I saw him post the picture of a pit-bull up on his locker. He was smiling at the picture. I could tell his dog held a special place in his heart. I asked him about the dog since he put the picture on display. He told me his name but it was a Spanish name I can’t remember. He said the dog was his babe…The smile on his face told a story.
I too have a picture that effects me in that way. I’m always receiving pictures but there’s this one that takes me to a place I can’t describe. One of my favorite spots to go before my arrest was the Botanic Gardens in Ft. Worth, Texas (pictured above). My cousin was going through problems one day so I shared my place of serenity with her. My favorite spot was this wooden bridge sitting over the large goldfish in the Chinese Garden. I used to just stand there feeding those fish and clearing my mind of all problems. I had no idea she would go there. I received some pictures from the gardens a few days later. One picture was the view from the bridge over the goldfish. That picture took me to a place that I can’t even put into words. All I can say is it gave me this quite joy that only I knew. I felt a love for my cousin that’s immeasurable. That thoughtful gesture meant the world to me. I still use that pic weekly.
I’m currently in Big Springs low and I have been for the past 7 years. I found my niche here after doing a lot of soul searching. I started writing my thoughts and posting them on Facebook. I started writing books about real life situations. I joined a jewelry beading class that I now teach. I pick up on leather craft as well. I began using my mind in ways that would help me better myself and this situation. I found out a lot about myself and my faith while doing this time. In order for me to help the family I once hustled to help, I have to fix ME. By fixing me I mean taking full responsibility for my actions and considering how my actions affect others. Now I think first before I act or react. I think about my children and the people who believe in me. I trust that God will take care of me even when I can’t see the ending.
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