By Betsy Russell
After speaking to my father about my experience with the male inmates last weekend at Valley State Prison, he asked me to write about it. I told him I didn’t know if I could put into words the profound way these 150 men changed my life forever.
I avoided my computer, the task too big, the emotions still lingering. How could I explain a feeling so deep and a connection with murderers so strong? How could I explain that after last weekend I know for sure that we are all the same. Only circumstances and choices separate us. It could have been my father in there, my son or my brother. I couldn’t let the opportunity escape me. Father knows best and I needed to find the words and write.