It's no secret that I grumble about slow contributions and lack of a paycheck.
Today I conferred by telephone with a 50 year old African American prisoner who lost all of his family support system in recent years...all died, one by hanging. He had no one to be his advocate.
I offered to go with him, and sit at his side for his 9th parole board interview this coming Monday morning.
"I pray every day, giving thanks for what you do for all the guys, man, and asking God to watch over you and your family. I love you!"
I just got paid!