The effect of parents upon children cannot be underestimated.
Everyone will look for love and affection somewhere.
Each day, I try to give a word of encouragement to those I encounter.
Not so much as I'm a nice guy, but I don't know what their private lives are like and figure it won't hurt me to be nice and won't hurt them to hear it.
I remember one lady years ago, would curse up a storm as she got off my bus, but, if I listened, sometimes would hear a "thank you" in the stream.
Pretty crazy, but I figure the stream of life is something that touches each of us, and while most stuff just blows off, some things stick around a little longer.
Great story. The kid's still got hope. He just can't figure out how. Let's hope Dr. Fyett can help.
This is the first time where the formatting of your story has made me sad.
I can imagine this inmate writing his appeal. For the majority of it, his sentence structure and punctuation isn’t terrible. Not perfect, but definitely readable. Carefully written, if not professionally written. He’s doing his best to communicate clearly because he needs the parole board to give him a second chance. It’s also clear that he’s trying to work on his issues, and that must help with his emotional control over this paper.
Then the last paragraph is full of run on sentences, like the inmate was trying to get it out as fast as he could. He remembers the anger, being barred from Bailey’s affection, his inability to be perceived as a hero. So he gets overwhelmed. He just wants to finish his appeal as fast as possible, because it is still hard to confront everything that’s happened to him even after all the therapy he’s gotten. You didn’t even have to explain any of this, I could just feel it by reading it, and I can’t believe you’ve made me sad over bad paragraph formatting!
The effect of parents upon children cannot be underestimated.
Everyone will look for love and affection somewhere.
Each day, I try to give a word of encouragement to those I encounter.
Not so much as I'm a nice guy, but I don't know what their private lives are like and figure it won't hurt me to be nice and won't hurt them to hear it.
I remember one lady years ago, would curse up a storm as she got off my bus, but, if I listened, sometimes would hear a "thank you" in the stream.
Pretty crazy, but I figure the stream of life is something that touches each of us, and while most stuff just blows off, some things stick around a little longer.
Great story. The kid's still got hope. He just can't figure out how. Let's hope Dr. Fyett can help.
I love the idea of the thank you in the stream of curses. That's beautiful
Great story Jim!
Thank you ! It was a late night after a long day of hockey watching. Pretty happy I wrote a winner.
More stars than the milkyway for this one.
Love to hear that Jim, thanks!
parole hearing - great vehicle to tell a story!
enjoyed this.
Love this story, you are very worthy, remember, cats have nine lives!
This is the first time where the formatting of your story has made me sad.
I can imagine this inmate writing his appeal. For the majority of it, his sentence structure and punctuation isn’t terrible. Not perfect, but definitely readable. Carefully written, if not professionally written. He’s doing his best to communicate clearly because he needs the parole board to give him a second chance. It’s also clear that he’s trying to work on his issues, and that must help with his emotional control over this paper.
Then the last paragraph is full of run on sentences, like the inmate was trying to get it out as fast as he could. He remembers the anger, being barred from Bailey’s affection, his inability to be perceived as a hero. So he gets overwhelmed. He just wants to finish his appeal as fast as possible, because it is still hard to confront everything that’s happened to him even after all the therapy he’s gotten. You didn’t even have to explain any of this, I could just feel it by reading it, and I can’t believe you’ve made me sad over bad paragraph formatting!
Great work as always, but also ow!