Yesterday was not good

Yesterday I was on a building that nothing worked. No speakers, no remote, and so hot and smelly. It is strange, we spend so much money on prisons but then we don't keep them up. All offenders are supposed to have access to there cells once an hour. You do what is called an in and an out. You walk door to door putting all the inmates that want in there cell into their cell, then you start over going door to door letting them all out. It takes from fifteen to twenty minutes. That is not a hard thing to do. Once an hour you bring the remote from tv to tv. The inmates stay pretty calm on the wings even in 100 plus weather if they are given what they are supposed to have. Well, with no speakers, any offender called out for anything you have to walk up and down stairs door to door to find and inmates are called out all day long. Needless to say the inmates did not get all the ins and outs they were supposed to. There was no time. Add to that we had no remote on the building and I had to leave my building and walk about a block to get a remote from another building and then walk back to return it. They got very few channel checks either. Add to that in my morning shake down where we search the common area for contraband, I found there stash of about five gallons on wine. There hated that. It was about ready to drink. I got called every name they could think of. Add to that a picket boss who was trying to read a book and not open doors for us. It made for a very stressful day. Some days it is hard to maintain you Christian attitude. Yesterday was on of them.

Steve

While working the the kitchen in the prison, I had and inmate Steve who was a Satan worshiper. A fellow Christian officer and I were always telling him about Jesus, and how much he was loved. He told me his mother was a prostitute and he did not know who his father was. I looked him up online to see what he was in for and he was in for robbery. Not too bad of a crime. Anyway, he thought it was fun to shock people with saying, "I am a bastard, and my mom is a prostitute." It did get attention. After witnessing to him for over a year, I left the kitchen and went back to the buildings to work. One day Steve walked up to me and said he was converted. I am like, "What does that mean Steve?" "I know God is real and Jesus is alive in my heart!" he replied. Wow! I was so happy. Now Steve is covered with Satanic tattoos, but his heart is alive in the Lord. He got baptized a couple weeks ago, and came out of the water with a loud shout, both hands in the air, "YES!" He is so excited about his walk with the Lord. Good things do happen in prison. Maybe he had to go there to find the Lord. He now knows who his father is. Praise God.