What really amazes me about this line of work is how many lives you suddenly are open to.
Strangers from another part of a darker world that you never could have interacted with in your normal everyday life.
People from worlds you’d never imagine. Criminals with sex offences, abusers and the abused, people with only $2 in their bank accounts, families so broken they almost seem unrepairable, gangs and children with tattoos.
They lead invisible lives, hidden and tucked away by the successes of society.
Today I met someone who committed a really terrible sexual offence. I would have never guessed he ever did something like that, but somehow I didn’t feel repulsed or any anger. Maybe it’s because I saw his human side full of strengths first that I believed in his worth and value as an individual.
I asked one social worker who worked with prisons before if she believed that anyone was completely evil and incapable of good. She said she doesn’t believe God created any human to be completely evil, and she’s never met anyone like that.
I’m not entirely sure, there was a person in America who kept his own daughter locked up in a basement as a sexual toy for 18 years.
But he too was once a child like everyone else. Unless it’s a mental disorder then is it really his fault?
Most people are abnormal for a reason. Not that the reason justifies evil, but it helps you understand a little how hard it was to be good.
I can’t imagine what it’s like the spend 13 years in jail, come out with no money, no house, and work in hotels surrounded by affluent people who can spend your entire monthly income in one day without a care, and remain sane.
wouldn’t there be a lot of bitterness, and resentment? All your life being dealt horrible cards – parents who don’t care, not having money for school, the world’s pretty unfair to wanna be good back to it.
Kinda reminds me of the phantom of the opera.
I just hope this compassion lasts throughout my career haha. Ha .
Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine, Christine …
Why, why …?
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion …
The world showed no compassion to me!