The visiting rooms are filled with stories, I’ve learned. Some of them are unique but most are tragically the same---drug issues that won’t go away. For these inmates, the world seems to simply have too many temptations. I was seated next to an inmate in the visiting room—his mother was visiting---and we struck up a conversation. He was in for drugs and due to get out in two years. He wanted to get into the technical side of the security business—the electronic part---so we talked about possibilities. A good friend of mine has a son who owns a large business of that sort, so I told him I would try to help him get a job. His mother seemed pleased but I have yet to hear from the young man. I did, however, hear that he had been beaten at the prison and later transferred to a minimum security facility.
I can’t help but feel sorry for some of these people. They made bad choices and seem caught in something they can’t escape. I hate drugs, and I especially hate the way our government treats the problem! The effect ripples down and touches so many families, often destroying them. We innocently start our children on drugs for conditions that never existed when I was young. If a child is hyper, we classify him as something and put him on medication. What does that eventually cause? I don’t know. What I do know is that we have an out of control epidemic, and if you doubt it, come with me when I visit Jerry.