Jail Life by Neal Andrews

There I was in a concrete room with twenty other guys in a room designed for eight. There was one television that I never could hear clearly in the concrete cage also known as the dayroom. The walls had a dirty yellow tint from years of smoking even though the rulers of these concrete enclosures haven't allowed cigarettes in six years. The tables and stools were made of steel bolted to the floor and painted …

…a three year-old boy to open my eyes. I kept on trying to do the right thing (in jail that is not easy to do) and at my bond hearing I received an affordable bond and I bonded out and went to see my children. Two months later the charges against me were dropped. All it took was a little hope, faith and three of the biggest words a three year old has ever said.