People in prison blues won't see a blue heron
As I began writing this post, a blue heron swooped down into the pond in front of my office window. He (or she) began fishing in the pond. I was mesmerized for a moment. How blessed I am, on a sunny, summer afternoon, to watch this little scene! To explain, this blog author is now 87 years of age. I started this agency, doing its very best to help prisoners with their personal issues and problems when they don’t know where else to turn, 23 years ago. Since that time, I have developed not only an incredible desire to help the incarcerated, but an incurable love for those residing behind bars. My role with HUMANITY FOR PRISONERS lessens as the years go by, but I still work every day, and try to make my little contribution to the success of this wonderful agency. My office is at home, and overlooks a pond. Just outside the sliding glass door, in front of me, there’s an array of bird feeders and a bird bath. A Canada geese couple (I call them Gertrude and Heathcli...