2 Weeks and Very Thankful!

Hello All,
Two weeks left and the days are getting really, really long. Almost as long as the days were when I got thrown in the hole (segregation unit) for 5 weeks last year. But those days passed and these will as well.
A pretty good friend of mine here got a letter from one of his young daughters that broke my heart to read and, later, made me very, very thankful for Wendy and for the friends that have been such an enormous help to us during these difficult times. With his permission, here is just the opening of the letter…
“Daddy, me and Rachel have been talking and we were hoping that you could talk to Nanny. We don’t want to live here anymore. Mom is never home, the electricity is off and there is never any food in the house. We only go to school a few days a week. How much longer until you think you will be coming home? Julia wants to stay with mom but me and Rachel were hoping you could talk to Nanny about us maybe living with her, do you think she will let us Daddy?”
As tragic as that letter is, it is not that unusual of a circumstance around here. That and watching the news lately has made me realize how sheltered and safe my life has become and how easy it is to forget, or at least ignore, the worst of the human condition that is in reality, so close to us all. I had to come to prison to brush up against it, but these kids (or some just like them) are probably in your child’s classroom or very close to it. Thoughts to ponder….
Thank you again and again and again to everyone who has helped us out emotionally, financially, physically, prayerfully….
Joe