Positive Learning for Inmates
It was 9 years ago that I was sentenced to serve four years in prison for assaulting a fellow co-worker. It was a brawl that went wrong. We had gone out on a weekend with our girlfriends. We had planned top party all night or at least in the wee hours of the morning. However past midnight, I realized that something was amiss. James and my girlfriend were nowhere to be seen. I tried calling him or my girlfriend and none of my calls was picked.
They arrived about 45 minutes and when I confronted them to know where they had been, James told me to mind my own business. My girlfriend couldn’t look me straight in the eye which prompted me to become very angry. I knew that she had cheated on me with my co-worker and friend and this made me very angry.
I must have lost myself because I viciously attacked him. The scene became very ugly as I hauled alcohol bottles to him and kicked him very hard. Within a matter of minutes, he lay down on the floor oozing blood. That did not keep me from punching his face even though the girls that we were with tried to intervene. It was the security team of the nightclub that moved me away.
By the time I tried to explain to them what was happening because we had arrived together very merry and peaceful, the cops had arrived. I was handcuffed and spent the night in a police cell while James was taken to the hospital by the ER team. That was my start to another lengthy trial which eventually had me sentenced for four years in prison. Of course I was very apologetic about the whole incident. I had acted from impulse and my anger had taken the better side of me.
Leading a Normal Life after Being in a Correctional Facility
Life in prison was very harsh. I almost committed suicide during my first week at the facility. Things were harsher than I anticipated. I hadn’t been at such a cruel place before and blending in wasn’t my thing. I always felt that I was in the wrong pace. Mingling with other inmates especially those who had been confined for life wasn’t something I was ready for because most of them were very inhumane. I was forced to do some menial jobs at the facility for no payments and tortured by other inmates.
Were it not for one inmate who had been on the prison for almost 17 years and was serving a life imprisonments sentence, I would have committed suicide. He was a strong guy and felt that I needn’t not be troubled just by staying at the facility for ‘four years’. He was the one who gave me a ray of hope and brought me back to my senses. He also helped me survive there by enabling me to make friends and intervening whenever anyone tried to harm me.
He did encourage me to involve myself in various labors at the facility in order to keep time ‘going’. I decided to join a carpentry group. There was so much to learn here and everyday presented knew challenges for me. I did everything that I could to keep up with others although I was never accustomed to doing manual jobs.
By the time that I was leaving prison, I had matured to become one of the most proficient carpenters. I was good in design and hence my work was very attractive. Out there, no one was ready to accept me. In the various companies that I applied for a job, they were never ready to employ me. As a matter of fact, I wasted a whole year as I tried to secure formal employments in vain.
That when I decided to do business. With the few saving that I had and a few that I got from friend and family, I decided to open my own carpentry shop which has since grown to become a big company. I made amends with my formal co-worker and since then I’m a law abiding citizen.