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I had my last official meeting with my parole officer today. Since my
sentence has been commuted, it’s no longer a legal requirement. You’ll
recall that I was only assigned one in the first place because on paper, I
went to prison, I just didn’t have to literally step foot inside of the
facility. Well...I mean, I did later while I was staying in the infirmary
section for my fungal infection a couple of months ago, but you know what I
meant by that. I still have my community service left to do, but lots of
people complete their hours without a PO at all, so the judge decided that I
didn’t need one either. I hope that we can still be friends, though I
recognize that this may not be appropriate, nor even possible. He’s a great
guy who I think goes above and beyond in his job. He’s helped me out in a
number of ways that I don’t think he was ever expected to. I’ve actually met
a couple of his other parolees, and he wasn’t giving me any special
treatment. That’s just who he is. He actually cares about us, and wants us
to succeed, and isn’t just waiting for us to screw up. He derives no joy
from putting people back in jail, though it has reportedly happened a few
times over his career. I dunno, maybe I’ll just never see the man again.
That would be all right too. I’m starting a new chapter in my life. I have a
new job, and I still have to figure out what to do with all this money that
y’all donated to me. It’s processing to my account. It could be a few days
until it’s fully ready to be distributed.
I have some ideas of where it’s going to go, but I still need to do the
math, because it’s going to be split amongst a number of different
charitable organizations. They all involve the previously incarcerated. They
need jobs, homes, and therapy to help them cope with being back in a world
where their daily routines are no longer being controlled by someone else.
Having been in intermittent jail, I didn’t experience much of this, I only
got a taste. But it’s an overlooked characteristic of prison life. Yeah, for
the most part, you’re not stuck in your cell 24/7, only eating slop, and
drinking contaminated water. You usually get to go outside. But only at
certain times, and for a certain duration. And it can be taken away from you
if you do something that they don’t like. You can’t see your friends
whenever you want, you can’t even choose your sleep schedule. That’s a hard
life, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to go back to the way it was before
you were placed in there. I feel compelled to give back, so I suppose I
should thank you for contributing to my unauthorized CauseTogether campaign.
Do not take that as an invitation to start a new one in my name. I won’t
tolerate that a second time, I’ll seek legal action, and if nothing else,
make you look bad for not respecting my wishes. If you want to do some good
for the world, then that website has a number of other campaigns that will
be more than willing to take your money. Or you can start your own that
doesn’t have anything to do with me. That site also has other features
besides just temporary campaigns, so check those out. I’ll post the complete
list of the organizations that I choose for the 50K later, so you can give
directly to them too. You could perform community service too. When I’m
better, I’ll be going back to Homes for Humankind, which actually has a
special program that focuses on halfway homes, which have more specific
needs. I’ll probably be giving them some money too. I know that it’s not an
either-or situation, where you either donate or volunteer, but it does feel
like I should kind of share the wealth a little more, doesn’t it?
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