Where does the time go?
It was four years ago today that I left Sullivan Correctional Facility. I spent twenty-eight years at Sullivan, living in the facility's general population and doing all kinds of jobs. Everything from working as a peer counselor at the prison's "Special Needs" housing unit, to being a mobility guide for the "sight-impaired," to working in the kitchen, and more. I was a chaplain's clerk, as well. I was also given the authorization to oversee all our chapel services, and to teach Bible studies when necessary. I was trusted to sit with all our volunteer lay ministers whenever they'd come in to do a worship service or teach a Bible study.
Having to suddenly transfer out, especially after being there for so long, was traumatic. There was no time to say goodbye to my friends, and the "brothers" from my chapel's fellowship, and no time to say goodbye to the staff, many of whom have known me for many years, and with whom I had earned their trust. But that's the way prison life is. There's never a guarantee that the facility I'm housed at today, will be the same one I'll be living at tomorrow.
I feel I have made the best of my time here at Shawangunk. These four years have passed quickly. And I continue to miss those I had to leave behind. They're not forgotten, and they remain in my prayers.
D.B.
Having to suddenly transfer out, especially after being there for so long, was traumatic. There was no time to say goodbye to my friends, and the "brothers" from my chapel's fellowship, and no time to say goodbye to the staff, many of whom have known me for many years, and with whom I had earned their trust. But that's the way prison life is. There's never a guarantee that the facility I'm housed at today, will be the same one I'll be living at tomorrow.
I feel I have made the best of my time here at Shawangunk. These four years have passed quickly. And I continue to miss those I had to leave behind. They're not forgotten, and they remain in my prayers.
D.B.
