Bunk beds are cute in the free-world home, especially for children. Try sleeping on one for 20+ years as an adult. After years of it, one’s lower back can be ruined, unless, upon waking you stretch and exercise. Those who don’t usually end up in wheel-chairs.

For half of the prisoners “aging” in prison, a wheel-chair awaits. All sorts of illness’s call a prisoner as he ages.

If you heed to that call, you die in here. So what is one to do?? One has to find that inner-strength early when caged. It’s there, yet, sad to say not allknow how to find it. Some that do find it lose it since they don’t try to raise it.

As the years have passed and I see those entering this “forth-world”, I have seen that they are entering mentally weaker than years past. Not all, but most. Their eyes give them away, you can see they are not gonna make it. They have no directions as how to find that inner-strength I try to teach them within my classes.

I tell them, that each and every night as they stand before that bunk – to really think about what they are living. Are they going to let themselves be wrapped up with fear, wrapped, like the blanket they sleep with? We all have fears, fears of this place, fear family will leave you, fear that you might decay while here. But it’s what we do with that fear. I combat that fear with the inner-strength that I have found and raised. It’s in everyone of them, some can’t find it, it’s lost to them. As those who choose not to search, they become less of themselves every second.

One can not look for the long morrows, no, he is best to enjoy every task he does – no matter how little it may seem. Enjoying small little things is one way to find, and raise that strength. There is no special reward for you when you attain this strong moral. No, it’s just between you and yourself. For a true man knows how to swallow pain… knows how to deal with whats dished to him. And if he is complete, he must try to teach it to others. Less, and he’s a fool to himself and before God.

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