Prison Stories: A story of mercy and forgiveness"Can I have your boots?"
My blood began to boil; I could not believe my own eyes, there he was, in a bunk 20 feet from my own. I saw him every morning when I woke up; it was impossible to avoid him during the day, his voice echoed in my mind as I fell asleep at night. The rage came back with the intensity I felt 6 years before, but there was nothing I could do about it. Worst of all, he didn't even recognize me.
I was obsessed with getting even; everyday my anger grew more intense, as I thoug...
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