But I've never been afraid, really afraid, until I came to prison. Only in prison have my fears become real. I've seen men die here, die from abuse, die from neglect. I know it could happen to me. The only broken bones I've ever had came after a gang assault while my back was turned.
Nothing is more unpredictable and violent than human nature.
Wilderness at its worst is never sadistic. Yet, invariably, I'm shoved out of even my prison cell toward people. I organize events for our Christian Fellowship and lead song services at church. For seven hours a day, five days a week, I teach. Teaching certainly pushes the envelope of my personality, as most human contact does except, possibly, the closest relationships of family.