Through the Walls

Monday, October 11, 2004


Complaints


Hello. I hope that you’re all doing great. I’m doing fine, taking things easy from day to day, because every day that goes by is one day less to go from my sentence and I get closer to my precious freedom.

Today I wish to talk about the many times I complain for the littlest things, but reflecting upon it I realize that I shouldn’t do it. For example, the times I complain when I wake up in the morning and see the walls around me and I tell myself: “another day in this nightmare.” But what I should do is thank God for letting me see another day, because there have been many people who go to sleep to never open their eyes again.

Also, many times I complain about my bed, because the mattress is not too comfortable. But how many people in this world sleep on cardboard and without a roof over their heads. Other times I complain of the food they give us here, but there are millions of people who wish they could pick up the crumbs of bread I throw in the trash every day, because they don’t even have anything to eat.

Sometimes I get angry or desperate when my mom tells me something I don’t like, but how many people, who don’t have their mothers alive, wish they could hear them right now even if it’s a scold from them and to have them by their side. I complain about how much I have to go up and down the stairs to get to my Unit. And I haven’t thought about the handicapped inmates here who wish they could walk and climb up and down those stairs that I complain so much about.

I also complain, because sometimes the money that my relatives send me doesn’t cover much of my expenses. And they are probably denying themselves of buying things they need to send me that money. Other times I see the date of my freedom really far away, but I have friends who will never have that freedom which awaits me, because they’ll never get out of prison.

There are many times when we have to wait long lines just so we can talk on the phone and that really makes me impatient. But I don’t stop to think about many of my inmate friends here who don’t have anyone to call, because everyone, including their relatives, have turn their backs on them.

Sometimes I think that life is unfair, but we should think that even if problems sadden us, there are people out there with more problems than us.

Sincerely,

Pedro

The Everyday Miracles


Each day is full of miracles that seem so common that sometimes we forget to stop and appreciate the marvel of the moment. With each baby born, each rainbow that glows, each smile we share, a miracle is born.

Sometimes we forget that miracles are not always spectacular, or happen once in a lifetime. Almost all miracles are much smaller. The best ones of all are those that happen every day and reflect the love and hope for nature and humankind.

Don’t ever forget to be glad of every small joy. If you only celebrate the most spectacular happenings, you’ll spend much time waiting for joy to find you. It’s better if you find that joy.

- Patty J. Rice -

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