I begin each day thanking Jesus for just allowing me to see another day. Then I slowly sit up to grab my wheelchair. It dawned on me as soon as I sat up how much my life has changed since being in the chair. I have been wheelchair bound for 10 weeks now because I fell and broke my ankle. It is not healing very well, thus making getting around very difficult, especially in prison. I realized at that moment how much we take walking for granted. It is a privilege’s to be able to walk. Our body is a temple, it is the only one we get in this life, and I believe wholeheartedly that one cannot even really fathom it until the ability to walk is taken from you.
Today I had to go out to recreation for a crochet class (I have been waiting for five years to take crochet) and did not have anyone to push me. It was 104 degrees out and so humid. I had to push myself. When I was just about halfway to the rec yard a complete stranger asked me if she could push me the rest of the way. I must admit, I was a bit shocked. Most women here do not offer to do things for those they do not know. It’s considered an invasion of space. Her kindness overwhelmed me. After we got to the rec yard I got her named and thanked her many times. There is good in this place. She reminded me that no matter where we are, most people are still good. I am blessed for each and every small blessing every single day. I made it my mission for the remainder of the day to pay it forward and help someone I didn’t know. You can be the change. Even in a dark place like prison.
