The things I’ve seen in the Friday March 4th, 2011 at about 10 am till Wednday the 11th just after 2am I would not wish on anyone.

The desparation, the legacy of street life, the degratation; a man with his face literally melted off, an 18yr kid with a bullet logged in his calf and the city of Atlanta correction faclity/Fulton County Jail giving him bandaids.

I was freaking out. 

I had ran the mayson street stop sign in my Edgewood at a whopping 15mph and gotten a ticket but the officer found a a hold on me (a warrant) for an FTA (failure to appear) in Fulton County.

So into the backseat and then the prisioner transport I go. I was given mercy and allowed to call a friend to pick up the benz and take it back. 

They ran his license ( holmes drumed in twitchism) - found it was suspended, yeah he could have gone down wit po po too.

I got to the station, somehow believing the officer that I would be out in a few hours. Nope. Upstairs I go. I’m bunked with a few homeless guys, an 18yr kid who just jay-walked 3 days ago, been here since, and coldness of the guards who don’t know and just didn’t give a dang.

I found a  Holy Bible. I mediated on it day and night. I found passages like

 ⁹ The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed,

    a stronghold in times of trouble. 

¹⁰ Those who know your name trust in you, 
   for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.

- Psalms 9

I found God. I no longer questioned why I was here. I dropped my pride and saw the humanity, the suffering. I reached out to these people. I realized all my complaining about my job and the good life I had was so wrong. 

I felt shame for the state of mind I had cultivated before I found myself here. I vowed to change. 

I became a light in the darkness of the jails. I treated the guards with respect. I warned the gangsta’s in the holding cells with me to quit hustling if they weren’t loving jail. Some of them were just there the night before.

I though my girl had left my side, but I realized, yet again I was wrong about her. She did have my back. I’m home, showered, clean and in my right mind because of the amazing power of God exhibited in his word and freely available to any who would believe and turn from thier ways.

I’m not perfect but I will live the vows I made crying for mercy in my cell. I got the wake up call.

Of course, you may not have such an experience. I hope you don’t but I do encourage you to open the Gospel of John for yourself. See if you don’t get the same out of body sense of hope and exhilaration I do.

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