Earlier today, I received a surprise visit from my friend, Dan...
We spent approximately two hours in the visiting room talking, praying, laughing, and enjoying our time together. It was both relaxing and refreshing to be in the presence of someone who loves Jesus Christ. However, upon my return to my prison cell, as I was walking in the corridor, my legs suddenly felt as if they were going to give out. It was as if they had turned into cement. Merely walking took extra effort, and I became alarmed, although I kept my concern to myself.
Yet, the problem was not actually with my legs. There was nothing physically wrong with them. I just mysteriously ran out of strength. Yet, I managed to make it back to my living quarters. Then, once in the cell, after I quickly washed my hands in the sink, I then practically collapsed onto my bunk. It was now approximately 12:30 in the afternoon, and around 12:45 I was to leave for my work assignment at the facility's Intermediate Care Program, which is at the opposite end of the prison complex; a long walk for a man who had no strength.
Being extremely tired, I thought that I would rest on my bunk for the remaining fifteen minutes or so until the work bell sounded, and my cell door would open. Instead, I fell into a deep sleep. I missed the work call, and not even the loud noise of pounding steel as all the cell doors in the building opened and then shut in unison was able to awaken me. I was knocked out, and I didn't open my eyes until three o'clock.
When I looked at my watch and saw the time, I said to myself, "How did this happen?" I didn't intend to fall asleep like this or miss work. In fact, my civilian boss did not even call for me, which he was supposed to do when I didn't show up.
Obviously, my body needed rest. For a while now, I have been in a state of physical and emotional exhaustion. And I'm beginning to think that if I do not find ways to fully recuperate from this period of prolonged tiredness, I may eventually go to sleep and not wake up at all.
I think you get the gist of what I'm trying to say. I don't wish to sound overly dramatic. But the reality is that at some point my body may call it quits. Oh well, at least I will finally get out of prison, albeit permanently!
D.B.
Yet, the problem was not actually with my legs. There was nothing physically wrong with them. I just mysteriously ran out of strength. Yet, I managed to make it back to my living quarters. Then, once in the cell, after I quickly washed my hands in the sink, I then practically collapsed onto my bunk. It was now approximately 12:30 in the afternoon, and around 12:45 I was to leave for my work assignment at the facility's Intermediate Care Program, which is at the opposite end of the prison complex; a long walk for a man who had no strength.
Being extremely tired, I thought that I would rest on my bunk for the remaining fifteen minutes or so until the work bell sounded, and my cell door would open. Instead, I fell into a deep sleep. I missed the work call, and not even the loud noise of pounding steel as all the cell doors in the building opened and then shut in unison was able to awaken me. I was knocked out, and I didn't open my eyes until three o'clock.
When I looked at my watch and saw the time, I said to myself, "How did this happen?" I didn't intend to fall asleep like this or miss work. In fact, my civilian boss did not even call for me, which he was supposed to do when I didn't show up.
Obviously, my body needed rest. For a while now, I have been in a state of physical and emotional exhaustion. And I'm beginning to think that if I do not find ways to fully recuperate from this period of prolonged tiredness, I may eventually go to sleep and not wake up at all.
I think you get the gist of what I'm trying to say. I don't wish to sound overly dramatic. But the reality is that at some point my body may call it quits. Oh well, at least I will finally get out of prison, albeit permanently!
D.B.
