As my vacation slowly comes to a close, I reflect on what a week it's been. My last day of work; Sunday February 26th.... (which really was supposed to be my first day of vacation, but due to a crises I went to work anyway). I reported to my cell block and was informed that one of our younger inmates was found early that morning hung; yeah- he took his life ( thank God it didn't happen on my shift).
Now most people would think or feel.... "Fuck him, he was a god damn inmate; they all deserve death". But you think about it; this kid was only 20 years old. Sure he made a mistake and got involved in selling drugs; but to take your life so young. After his sentencing he still had his whole life ahead of him. What makes me upset is; for the past 6 months I saw and interacted with this kid ALMOST EVERYDAY! He gave us officers absolutely no problems what-so-ever, real kept to himself type of guy. Compared to our regular inmates in segregation, this kid was a baby. Am I wrong to feel bad for him and his family??
Now most people would think or feel.... "Fuck him, he was a god damn inmate; they all deserve death". But you think about it; this kid was only 20 years old. Sure he made a mistake and got involved in selling drugs; but to take your life so young. After his sentencing he still had his whole life ahead of him. What makes me upset is; for the past 6 months I saw and interacted with this kid ALMOST EVERYDAY! He gave us officers absolutely no problems what-so-ever, real kept to himself type of guy. Compared to our regular inmates in segregation, this kid was a baby. Am I wrong to feel bad for him and his family??