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Topic: Repeat (01/24/13)

TITLE: Death By Degrees
By Leola Ogle
~2nd Place


You’d think I’d be used to this place by now, this desolate place. The atmosphere is palpable with despair, hopelessness. The pungent smell of sweat and fear assaults my nostrils. The moment you enter these walls, it is death by degrees; every day a step closer. Sometimes laughter dispels the gloom, but not today.

My father always told me I was worthless, no good. “You’re like your old man, Danny. You and Richie, just chips off the old block,” he’d say, alcohol slurring his words, his breath sending waves of putrid odor into our faces.

What a drunken, miserable excuse for a father! He had me and Richie doing beer runs when we were nine and ten years old. One of us would keep the convenience store clerk occupied while the other grabbed the beer and ran. Our reward was a beer apiece. If we failed to bring beer home, Dad would beat us.

It wasn’t just beer. He’d hide things under our shirts and in our pockets in stores and send us out the door. “You’re just innocent looking boys. Who’s going to question you, huh?” He’d snort with laughter, and cuff us on the back.

Mom died when I was twelve and Richie was thirteen. “A broken heart,” Grandma said. “Your daddy done broke her heart over and over.” Then she sobbed, clutching her Bible to her chest. “Don’t repeat the sins of your father, boys. Your mama, she wanted more for you than a life like your dad.”

Richie and I spent our teenage years in and out of juvenile detention. I was twenty when I was arrested for robbery. It was in jail that Chaplain Gary visited me. I laughed in his face when he told me God had a plan and purpose for my life. “Yeah, sure! His plan for my life is to repeat the sins of my father. Save your breath, man. I ain’t buying this God stuff.”

Chaplain Gary was a persistent man -- got on my nerves plenty. Sometimes his words still echo in my mind, his compassion as he touched my shoulder and said, “Son, that’s a lie. You don’t have to repeat anything. Your life, your destiny is in your hands.”

I sigh, and stare at my hands. Over the years I’ve come to know the guards. Some come and go. Others stay for the long haul. Most people have the concept that prison guards are harsh, even cruel. That’s not so here. There are those who are cold, distant, aloof. Others are genuinely kind and care about the men within these walls. Some are sad, their eyes filled with a weariness that rest won’t help.

This is death row. Men leave here in a body bag. Oh, a few get a commuted sentence, a reprieve, liberated. Plenty find God here, while others snub their noses at God. These men, some are still those frightened, wounded boys who started on a path of crime, driven by forces they couldn’t conquer.

My heart aches today. Guard Parker approaches me. He smiles, but it’s a sad, weary smile, and his eyes are full of sorrow. A man who has seen too much, I think to myself. “It’s time,” he says, and my heart lurches. I nod, and he nods back. I briefly close my eyes, bracing myself.

The cell door clanks as it opens, and I hesitate before stepping through. Young, frightened eyes meet mine. A trembling hand grabs mine. “I’m so scared, Chaplain Dan. Tell me again how I’ll be in heaven today.” A sob escapes his lips, a shudder courses through his body.

This could’ve been me. That’s what makes it so hard. Lance was just a scared eighteen-year-old kid when a robbery went horribly wrong. A clerk shot at him and his friend, and a terrified Lance started firing his gun. A woman and her five-year-old daughter were killed.

It’s now twelve years later. All appeals have failed. At least Lance has made his peace with God like I did those many years ago. If it hadn’t been for Chaplain Gary’s persistence, his compassionate kindness that wore down my defenses, my life would have turned out differently. I became a prison chaplain to carry that message of hope to others. I didn’t repeat my father’s life. Thank God, I broke free.

I pray a last prayer with Lance, read some passages from the Bible. “I’ll see you again someday, Lance.” He nods, tears streaming down his face.

**Dedicated to the faithful men and women who do jail and prison ministry, some I've had the honor to know personally.

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Carolyn Ancell01/31/13
This really touches my heart. Good work (both the writing, and kind, compassionate prison chaplancy).
C D Swanson 01/31/13
This was a moving piece that tugged and touched my heart. Well written and certainly on topic. God bless~
Charla Diehl 01/31/13
This is a stirring, emotional piece that definitely leaves the reader misty eyed. Excellent portrayal of prison life and the fact that even in jail, hope can be found. Great title and this story fit the topic perfectly.
Joe Moreland01/31/13
Oh, what a wonderful job you did here. It started with the first paragraph, and me wondering if you were describing hell. Then you took us through your MC's childhood and life of crime. You had me believing it was him that was on deathrow. Right before the reveal, I figured it out, but it is a masterful display of writing skill. Right on-topic and it feels so true. On top of everything else, it is such a good story as well. I love how you leaving feeling relieved (that's it's not the MC) and sad for the kid at the same time.

Thanks so much for writing and sharing it with us!
Loren T. Lowery02/07/13
Reading this, once can feel and get a true sense of the passion and care the author has for others and how one's history and upbringing can so drastically affect one's life. Yet because of people and friends like yourself - there is hope - even for those imprisoned. Congratulations on your EC - well deserved, indeed!
Danielle King 02/07/13
What an amazing story. Congratulations on your well deserved win.
Margaret Kearley 02/07/13
Wow, this is so powerful - incredibly sad but full of hope at what God can do. An amazing story and well worth its EC. Many congratulations
Noel Mitaxa 02/07/13
Brilliant work here. Like others, I thought your MC was facing his own sentence, but I loved that redemptive slide towards the end.
Now we can see how his response to God's call helped him to empathise with prisoners and guards alike. Well-deserved placing and EC.
Myrna Noyes02/07/13
Hearty Congratulations on your 2nd Place E.C. and level win!! This was a superbly-written and poignant story that really touched my heart. It had a very authentic feel to it all the way through. Like Joe, I thought of hell when I read the first paragraph, and later you had me figuring it was the M.C. on death row! I was glad to read of the double redemption of the men, though! WAY TO WRITE!! :)
Ellen Carr 02/08/13
Congratulations Leola on your 2nd placing in Masters and your EC placing. This is a touching and well-written story and highlights the wonderful work of prison chaplains. Thanks.
C D Swanson 02/08/13
Congratulations Leola on your EC and ribbon.
God bless~
Bea Edwards 02/09/13
You wrote an amazing heart- wrenching tribute. Tears are flowing at the real path so many are deceived into taking and at the redemption your MC Danny found. Beautiful! Congratulations and thank you~~