[cont’d…]
and on Suboxone. I intend to stay that way when I get out. I have not seen Melissa and Jupiter1 since before Christmas. I am beyond worried. I take care of them every day. I don’t know where they are or if they are safe. Or if they are getting the care and love they need every day and I’m heartbroken. I pray that she has been able to ask the right people for help. If you haven’t seen them I’m even more concerned.
I’ve been given an eye-opening opportunity to change the path I was on. I want to be an influential and positive part of the community. To that end I intend to start working at the local restaurants. I intend to help homeless people. By volunteering my time to a place that helps and working for places that feed them to give back in some way for the generosity the town’s people have shown me. To pay my dues so to speak. I’m hoping you will be a part of my support people in that we go for coffee once a week to make sure I’m staying on track or more if needed or desired. So here is the hard part for me is to ask for your help? I am currently at the House of Corrections in Keene. I have a half available to pay bail and I need the other half to be released and I would need a ride out of here? You would get your money back as soon as I go to court. But I am also willing to pay it back as well so there is no chance of monetary loss to you. I will start working as soon as I’m released in order to insure this. I have figured out how to get a temporary ID so I can work. I realize I’m asking you to go out on a huge limb for me, it’s also for Melissa and Jupiter. I have no one else I can ask and I need a positive support when I get out. I say thank you for being a friend. PS. Sorry about our tent.2 [signed]
Isaiah has been in jail since before Christmas for shoplifting and possession of marijuana, which is illegaI across the border in New Hampshire. He’s in a correctional facility for people awaiting trial or sentencing. He has a roof over his head, three meals a day, an hour or two outside to exercise, and is being given Suboxone to help him through withdrawal. It’s hard to believe it would be better for him to be released and dropped off back on the street,
without food, housing, etc., regardless of his best of intentions.
Still, it’s a jail.
The saddest part of working with clients is when these letters arrive, after the fact, in the midst of the relative safety net of jail. Such good intentions for the future. Clarity and hope. Grasping at the proverbial straw. But then, release... and... and... the challenges never go away.
they all get me but this one really got me.