It was six years ago this past Tuesday when I was transferred from Sullivan Correctional Facility to where I am now…
I remember the day when I was told by the correction officer who was in charge of the cell block I was housed in, to pack my things. That is just what I did. I gathered all my belongings and began putting everything that I was going to take with me into what are called "packupbags."
It took several hours to pack everything. But I was able to give away items that I didn't want to take along, as well. So I handed out things like canned goods and cookies, a half used jar of coffee, extra clothing, and plenty of books to fellow prisoners.
It was a traumatic experience having to transfer, especially since I had been at Sullivan for more than 28 years. I had to leave behind many friends and acquaintances, and even the staff who treated me fairly, and with whom I believe I earned their trust.
But the hardest part was leaving behind my church family, some of whom I had known for twenty years, or longer. As I shared in previous entries, it was a deeply painful experience having to go on without them and not knowing if I would ever see any of them again in this lifetime.
D. B.
It took several hours to pack everything. But I was able to give away items that I didn't want to take along, as well. So I handed out things like canned goods and cookies, a half used jar of coffee, extra clothing, and plenty of books to fellow prisoners.
It was a traumatic experience having to transfer, especially since I had been at Sullivan for more than 28 years. I had to leave behind many friends and acquaintances, and even the staff who treated me fairly, and with whom I believe I earned their trust.
But the hardest part was leaving behind my church family, some of whom I had known for twenty years, or longer. As I shared in previous entries, it was a deeply painful experience having to go on without them and not knowing if I would ever see any of them again in this lifetime.
D. B.
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