The end of anything is more difficult than the beginning. It’s true of pregnancy. It’s true of college. It’s true of each and every work day. The end seems to drag out to the point of becoming unbearable. The soon-to-be mother is miserable with this person inside her. The soon-to-be college graduate chomps the proverbial bit eagarly anticipating freedom and the launch of a career. All of us count the hours and minutes of the work day waiting for that moment when we are free to move on into the part of the day where we can choose our activity.
The end of a prison sentence is no different. Tough at the beginning? Sure. The adjustment period can be excruciating. But the end….right before the gate is to swing open and the reunion with long-missed loved ones is to occur, just before life can recommence….is the longest. The last few weeks drag on. The last several days, even more so. But the last day? It’s an eternity.
So, as these hours pass, I thought you might be interested to see how this person handled the sluggish passage of time. Perhaps an insight will be gained. Perhaps not. But you will know what goes through the mind of the inmate whose release is imminent.
And, as always, I welcome your comments.
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