Tuesday, November 10, 2009
4:00 PM
Dear Mom:
One of the
guys cam back from court earlier today, at about
One of the guards was passing out toilet paper at the time and thought Ed was cussing at him. A different inmate told the guard that nobody was cussing at him, it was only Ed arguing on the phone. The guard calmed down and went about his own business and three of us were commenting one the hilarity of the situation. We had a chuckle about it and even commented on the pettiness of the guards’ actions.
Ed got super upset, and in his rage he brutally attacked me, hitting me repeatedly with his left and right fists, in my head, not less than 25-30 times. He paused for only a couple of seconds as his rage rekindled, then he proceeded to attack me further with full contact punches to my head.
Seven or eight guards came in and confronted Ed about what, they did not seem to know. All of the other guys denied that there was anything amiss. This put me in a position where I could not say anything.
Mom, if I attack back, it has always been bloody. God made every single one of his punches completely ineffective. I was not injured. I don’t hurt anywhere, and not even one bruise came as a result of this man’s attack. Ed weighs at least 50 pounds more than me and because of God’s protection, he could not harm me with all his raging effort.
I’m also convinced that even if I had fought back, I’d have been in big trouble. If I’d have said anything, it would have labeled me a “snitch” and a “rat”. This could put my life in danger as it cost Bill Sparkman his life.
The only thing I could do is what I did do, or what is clearly forbidden in the Bible. What makes it even harder to accept is that I was singing all the day long and I even wrote a new song almost immediately before it happened. I hope it all means something good because I have officially reached my very limit of toleration.
If I risk a new charge, not one more aught against me will be tolerated… period. Live or die, I will pour out my entire heart of effort to thoroughly eliminate any threat against my health or safety. I won’t let anyone put even a finger on me again. God forgive me. God forgive him. I claim supernatural intervention in all matters; great or small – in Jesus’ name.
The guy who attacked me did come to me and apologize humbly. He explained his mindset, his misunderstanding thoughts, his mood, and he assured me that it won’t happen again. It can’t erase what did happen but it comforts me to have some measure of assurance that it won’t happen again. I did accept his apology, and we shook hands tow or three times. I do not harbor any resentments of any kind now. All that remains now is the learning experience. I’ll not likely soon forget what I have learned today.
As I have zero pain or injury, my pride was the only thing to take a hit. I ought to not have any of that in the first place. All is well that ends well, even though the end does not justify the means…
