Letter

At a church conference long ago, a priest encouraged us to write to prisoners. I sat in the back next to the wall. My mind wandered. I wished I had a newspaper. I was certainly not thinking that I should write to prisoners. Then the priest said, “There is one prisoner no one has been able to sustain a correspondence with.” Next thing I knew, I was standing, calling out, “I’ll write to him!” I was like a kid at a sandlot baseball game, “Pick me! Pick me!” That was 18 years ago and I’m still writing to that prisoner.