I am so blessed. I have a life that allows me to contribute to my community and my faith in the course of my everyday work. I work in a men's psychiatric prison hospital. I know that for the really sick patients I see (vs. the really manipulative patients who are faking their problems, called "catch outs") my presence truly makes a difference.
And, working in a prison, I recognize the blessings that I have, everyday, that I used to take for granted, that prisoners do not have. Choice of food. Open communication. Choice of schedule for personal activities. Pets. Multiple options for life activities. Coming and going. The list goes on.
I am not a religious person. I have had periods in my life when I have been more or less spiritual. I think, now, I am more spiritual than I have ever been, and this started and has grown since I have worked at the prison.
I see so much human tragedy. I see what looks like injustice due to lack of funds, race, creed, or color. I see people whose very beginnings in life lead them to the crime they committed. As if it was pre-ordained. Who did not have a chance for a better life.
I know that it was possible that I could have made some wrong turns and ended up in prison. I did not. I am so grateful I did not. I hope I never make that wrong turn.
I send my thanks to God that I am where I am in life.
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