The Way – A Fable About Right and Wrong


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CHAPTER 1
Paul sat on the folding metal chair as the noise swelled around him and washed over him in waves. It was almost too much to bear. Dozens of different conversations, a hundred voices, all wanting to be heard, talking in riddles, speaking in tongues. The language of the street, of the scam, of the mundane, of the lawless, of the convict, as he would quickly come to know.
His clothes were provisional, given to him just 15 minutes ago during Intake, too tight, and reeking of sweat and a number of other unidentified odors. The pants would not fit over his hips, no matter how hard he pulled on them, exposing the crack of his ass, and who knew what else. The white t-shirt, was stained, and straining over his gut. The shoes were slip-on sneakers, with paper thin soles, and he could feel the bare concrete floor all the way to his knees.
The cacophony of the conversations continued. By his rough estimate, in his drunken stupor, about 40 or so conversations, men feeling the urgent need to make known a very important opinion about the most trivial thing. Some of the men lay quietly in their bunks, some reading, some just staring blankly at the bunk above them, or at the ceiling. This was J Camp, Unit A, one of 4 in the Federal Correctional Institute (FCI) Miami Satellite Prison Camp.
There were 400 or so total inmates at the camp, 100 to a dormitory, each with 4 rows of double bunk beds. The camp was adjacent to a Medium security Federal Correctional Institution housing another 800 or so prisoners. He was now known as Federal inmate number 03479-049.
The reason for all the noisy conversations, on this Friday about 3:45 PM, was the end of the work day and week at the camp, with the men letting off a little steam, getting ready for the 4 PM stand up count, a without-fail, daily ritual. Soon after the count, it would be dinner time. Dinner at 4:30 PM? Unconscionable. Just one of many things that Paul would learn was starkly different about life inside versus his former normal life outside. But then again, who was to say what normal was.

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About Enrique Fiallo

I am a Life Coach, Author, Lecturer, Speaker and Blogger. My life experience includes roles as a Life Coach and Mentor, CEO, CIO, COO, Chief Technologist, Teacher, Program Manager, Product Manager and Scrum Master.
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One Response to The Way – A Fable About Right and Wrong

  1. Beth says:

    More!!

    Beth

    Sent from my iPhone so please forgive typos and auto correct !

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