tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post703932138381638634..comments2024-03-28T05:08:54.838-07:00Comments on Jon's Jail Journal (by Shaun Attwood): Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02894626355758041112noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post-40524847566302004112007-12-27T09:08:00.000-08:002007-12-27T09:08:00.000-08:00Hi - long time reader, first time poster. So glad ...Hi - long time reader, first time poster. So glad you got to share Christmas with your family this year, and hope the new year is good to you all. Keep taking it at your own pace, you'll be fine. xKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02071135358497974597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post-56139934659584950772007-12-27T07:21:00.000-08:002007-12-27T07:21:00.000-08:00A most moving post. You capture the mood in well w...A most moving post. You capture the mood in well written prose. <BR/>How did this year at home with your family compare?<BR/>You'll have lots of things to look forward to in the New Year.<BR/>Take it easy and mgood luck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post-6924741651467806632007-12-26T05:54:00.000-08:002007-12-26T05:54:00.000-08:00I am happy to have found a way to read your Christ...I am happy to have found a way to read your Christmas story today, beautifully written.<BR/>Thanks for sharing reality.<BR/>IMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post-49191628500694499252007-12-25T11:32:00.000-08:002007-12-25T11:32:00.000-08:00Thank God you are home! My partner and I went to ...Thank God you are home! My partner and I went to the prison on Saturday to do our usual group, and there was a crowd of volunteers there ready to pass out goodie baskets of soap, microscopic toothbrushes, paste, tissues and Bibles for whoever wanted them. We joined the group and went up on the blocks, men with men, women with women. I wasn't feeling just great anyway, and smelling the sour smells that permeate the walls, the ubiquitous gray paint and dull, oppressive atmosphere made me want to pass out. I couldn't help recall the line in the movie Ben Hur where Judah is in the valley of the lepers looking for his mother and sister by name. One voice says from the shadows, "We have no names here".<BR/><BR/>We ended up across the street at the work release building. The reception room chairs were so old and ratty you could see the wood under the stuffing. The only thing bright in that place was my chaplain friend's happy "Hey you!" when she saw the women's familiar faces. Thanks for posting a reminder that this is the worst time of year for an inmate. The only prayer most of our ladies had last week was please let us go home for Christmas!Sue O. (aka Joannie, SS)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02495926658531459181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578792.post-81333028427218582912007-12-25T09:04:00.000-08:002007-12-25T09:04:00.000-08:00Merry Christmas to you and them family Jon. -Jose ...Merry Christmas to you and them family Jon. -Jose in San DiegoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com