I survived 25 years. Two years at San Quentin, and 23 years somewhere else. I was also lightly assaulted twice, but no harm done. The scariest moment I had, was about 3 AM, I was walking down the stairs, of a two tier level 2 dorm building, after doing the count. The lights went out, and I was only half way down the stairs. I grabbed my keys, to silence them, grabbed the hand rail, and by the grace of God, was able to get back to my partner. We got out of the building, and locked the gate behind us. It was an experience I didn’t want to repeat.
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Fortunately whenever the power went out at the last facility I worked at, it was usually during the day, and we had a back-up generator system that kicked in shortly after. We had a separate powerhouse outside the facility that was manned by a civilian and an inmate or two during the day shift, and a civilian on the other two shifts, so there was always 24-hour coverage.