It is odd who you end up considering a friend when you’re in prison. I know almost everyone here, yet count only one – Big S – like a real friend/son. I’m gradually feeling the same way about my friend, the gang leader “L”. We have nothing in common, yet when we talk about politics, relationships, religion, I find him well-versed and very insightful. He also reads people better than most of the folks I’ve seen.
Last week, at my worst, he pulled into my cut to “keep it real” with me. He told me I needed to tighten up, fight through what I was going through and see the big picture. “I don’t believe in happenstance”, he told me. “Things happen for a reason. You’ve got to trust that reason.”
He said a lot more on issues very close to my heart. And he knew things you wouldn’t expect a twenty-eight year old inner city gang leader to know or care about.
Once again, I learned most of us want the same things out of life. I also learned not to judge a book by its cover. And, my kindness brought out kindness. Funny that it took me coming to prison to learn that.
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