LAX was bustling yesterday afternoon when I arrived yet somehow my bag showed up a minute after the carrousel began to turn. I had grabbed my bag and that’s when my phone began to ring. “An inmate at the San Diego…” What perfect timing, I could tell my son that his father was on his way and not to worry.
The call went like this: J, “I just landed I’m on my way.” M, “Did you get me a lawyer?” Not hello or I hope we can visit. J, “We can’t. Mom and I put money on the books for you.” M, “I want my ID card mom has and get her to go to the WSWU place I volunteered at and get Linda to write a letter saying I helped.” J, “Ok but I don’t have a pen to write the information down.” That’s when he began to get loud and abusive.
After he told me how neither his mother nor I care and of how I helped my other children and not him, he started to smash the handset on the wall. It was right then I heard a correctional officer say, “Inmate! Hang up the phone now!” As I sat in early rush hour traffic on the 405, I thought to myself, “Why did I even bother to show up. I love and care about him but his behavior really will test a man’s soul.” This too will pass