First, I must say that the hardest part of the whole experience was the part where I had to turn myself in. That whole idea of bringing myself to jail goes against every fiber in my body. Back in the day, when I was runnin' the streets and doing everything my flesh wanted to do, I made it a habit to make the police work for my arrest. I would run from them, curse them, attack them, insult them, refuse to speak to them, spit on them, lie to them, anything I could to make my arrest that much more difficult for them. And now I'm expected to turn myself in willingly and freely without a fight. I don't think so, yet that's exactly what I did.
The whole experience wasn't bad. I met a few interesting people in there and saw and heard a lot of interesting things, but things started to go bad about an hour after I got in. The sheriff came into the cell I was in and pulled me out to tell me she had good news and bad news. The good news was, the way the judge wrote my order, I was going to be released earlier than expected. The bad news was, I had an outstanding warrant so I was going to have to go to court and possibly have to stay longer than expected. I got sick to my stomach over that revelation and then I went through various emotions including anger and fear. It was right then I recognized this for an attack after which I instantly went to the Father and the Son Jesus Christ and prayed which caused me to remember that I have nothing to fear if I really trust Him and love Him, which I do. So my fear and anger went away instantly and I started laughing at some of the ridiculous things I was hearing from some of my fellow inmates.
One guy, who I suspect was on some heavy drugs, starting banging on the cell door demanding to speak to a supervisor because he no longer wanted to participate in being locked up and he wanted to know if he could come back the next day and try it all over again. When they told him no he asked if he could be let out of the cell and sit down in the hallway because he was claustrophobic. The sheriff reminded him that this was jail which is purposely made of confining spaces and that he would have to stay in the cell. It went down hill for him after that as he started hallucinating and crying and continued to bang on the door which was making some of the other inmates angry.
Another inmate starting talking about how easy it is to get someones identity and do all types of things to that persons accounts. His words were very disturbing even to the point that I've considered changing my FaceBook account because he pointed out a way that was very easy to hack my page and create a new one with my identity. I really can't believe that some people are so malicious as to destroy another persons reputation and credibility just because they can. That made me sigh because I want to believe that every person has some good inside of them but I have to face the reality of this world that some people are inherently bad and will stay that way until the Second Coming.
Anyways, I got out at around 3:30 pm, only five hours after I was originally scheduled to and I went home and showered. I'm glad that experience is over and I'm glad to be free but most importantly I'm glad to know and love Jesus Christ because it's through Him I'm able to get through all adversity!
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