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Super Friends by Whitney Holwadel Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at Super Friends: From Tiny

Friday, October 8, 2010

From Tiny

Those of you who followed Whit's blog from the beginning, or who have read it in its entirely since his passing, will know who Tiny is: Whit's best friend at Terre Haute, who from the very having been released last December. He's home in Centerville, OH, and we see each other frequently. He's a real friend.

Gerry is in school in Dayton, majoring in social work with a specialty in drug and alcohol counseling. Below is the text of an essay he wrote recently for a class. Whit would be pleased and proud to share his blog with his good friend in this way. Thanks for sharing this, Gerry.

I spent nine years in prison. Upon my release I came back into a society that I knew nothing about; it was like being on a different planet. The experiences I have had  during these nine months have been both frustrating and rewarding.
My first trip to Meier was especially challenging. I entered the store and was dumbfounded. Before I went to prison, grocery shopping didn’t involve the need of a road map to locate what I was shopping for. I was just trying to buy soap, deodorant, and other basic hygiene items. My plan allowed for this simple task to take ten minutes, in reality it took forty-five minutes to navigate the many aisles of this grocery extravaganza and find the intended items. I am lucky I chose to go during the day because following the sunlight was the only way I was able to locate the front of the store. I didn’t even attempt to try using the self-check out machine, assuming that it was beyond the scope of my abilities. Since my first experience at Meier, I have made numerous expeditions back into the store and have even mastered the use of the self-check out machine, Although it had me on the run for awhile.
 The internet was my next endeavor into modern society. I was somewhat familiar with how computers operate but I had never been on the internet. I sat down in front on my mother’s home computer and attempted to figure out how to gain access to the menu. I deduced that the “start” button might be a good place to begin. Through past knowledge I knew that the controller by my right hand was used to move the arrow across the screen and so I used it to open the start menu. Having gotten this far without much difficulty I assumed that the rest of my journey to the internet would not be very troublesome. Looking at the menu I didn’t notice a selection that said “hey stupid, this button will get you to the internet”, so I proceeded to click on one choice after another until I came to right one. Having used such a scientific method to accomplish my last task, I was completely flustered as to what to do next. About this time my brother Chris walks into the room so I ask him”what do I type in to get to the internet.” He finds my question hilarious and after his bout of laughter he says “anything you want.” Seeing the puzzled look on my face he explains that I just need to type in whatever I am trying find out about and click search. So I sat there for a minute considering my options and then typed “time machine” because at that point I really felt like going back in time.
My most rewarding experience thus far was getting to meet and spend time with my nephew. My brother Dan and his family came from Chicago for a visit. I didn’t know what to expect because my relationship with my family has been strained because of my incarceration. When they arrived I was gone at a doctor’s appointment, so everyone was a little more relaxed by the time I got there. When my nephew whose name is Charlie saw me he came right up to me and asked “who are you?” I told him I was his uncle Gerry and without hesitation he hugged me. He is only two years old so the only thing I think that mattered to him was that he had another uncle. The whole time they were there Charlie was always hanging on me and wanting me to play with him and it was the greatest feeling in the world as far as I am concerned.
In conclusion, reentering society after so many years of incarceration has had its frustrating moments. But as  time passes I am finding that these discouraging events have less and less impact on my life. My focus is on the future and rebuilding my life out of the wreckage of my past.


Diane said...

I love reading your writing, and I hope to read more....truly you have stepped through a time machine and your unique experience is valuable to many and worth recording.
Mostly I hope that telling it, writing it, is helpful and healing to you.
Keep it going, my friend.

cieldequimper said...

Thank you for sharing this wonderful, wonderful essay, brimming with life, hard as it may be.

From the Meaningless to the Meaningful, My World said...

Aha, I see a connection between you and Whit. Both have an amazing ability to pull you into their words w/out you even realizing it. :) Aside from that, it's awesome to hear of Tiny in school and doing so well in such a short period of time. Thanks for the update Jeff and let him know we all are cheering for his success.

Anonymous said...

It's amazing how little everyday things to us can mean huge obsticals to others. Baby steps I say.

This made me awwwww

"So I sat there for a minute considering my options and then typed “time machine” because at that point I really felt like going back in time."

I hope he writes more about how he's adjusted to school. We're planing on my friend to enter into school when he gets out in a year and I don't want to say I'm fearfull for him, but I'm a little nervous to see how he re-acts to how education in and outside the classroom has changed, since high school.

I'm looking forward to more writings from Tiny!!!

P.S. Hopefully he accepts my friend request...hint..hint

Jessica Lynn

skirts-n-daggers said...

Thanks Tiny for allowing your writings to be shared. Just as moving as Whit's was yours. I am new to this blog and am just now at this point in the Whit's blog journey. I hope I shall read more from you.

Blessings to you....