Our prison is in Indiana, you were in California...our facility had a very low recidivism rate...not perfect, of course, but nationally respected. I didn't "LET" prisoners call me...they all knew my name and some of them called. My phone is listed in the book. I certainly wasn't ashamed of what I did and if they wanted to call, there was no way on Earth that I could stop them. I NEVER feared my kids....got beat up a few times, but then they got transferred over to one of your adult facilities.
Be very careful when leading peopple away from Christ...He isn't real happy with Luther and He certainly won't be happy with the loss of anyones soul....be VEEEEEEEEEEERY careful.
Shipping them to the big house, is usually what happened when they assaulted people. I hope they didn't hurt you much. I got assaulted twice, but never enough to require medical help. They tried to teach us to communicate with the inmates. Our talk got us out of lots of trouble. California is weird. We had inmates from all over the world. I met Chinese, Vietnamese, Laotian, Koreans, Burmese, Thais, Filipinos, central and South Americans. One young Jew from Israel and even one Air Force Academy graduate, and a retired Air Force E-9. We had em all. BGF, ABs, Crips, bloods, Surenos, Nortenos, bull dogs, border brothers, MS 13 and others I had not even heard of. It was a prescription for disaster, but staff injuries, did not happen as much as people might think. I had my fill of it though.
Be very careful when leading peopple away from Christ...He isn't real happy with Luther and He certainly won't be happy with the loss of anyones soul....be VEEEEEEEEEEERY careful.
Ya pays ya money, ya takes ya chances. I guess I will just have to take my chances 😄😇
I'm glad you have the AUTHORITY to mindread CHRIST!
but HE has forgiven the evil popes that the pesky ELSIE keeps shoving in our faces.
Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba’s neighbors were Catholic and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday.
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.
The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic.
Bubba’s neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood.
The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba’s yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted, “You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish.