Hear it from the heart. Every week or so, we publish a story about the life of our ministry. All names are fictionalized to protect the identity of those inside. Thanks for reading!
My eyes and lungs burned. I wanted to cough, vomit, anything to get rid of the burning sensation deep inside my lungs. We shuffled down the hallway, each of us coughing, wheezing, desperate for breath, trying not to puke. Fred called out to me, “Mr. Spence, you okay?” I was trying to act like the pepper spray deployed moments before hadn’t bothered me, but the jig was up. I coughed a warbled reply, “Yeah.” Our first class was not off to a good start. A loud voice echoed
Conner is a quiet kid with a big smile. He loves the University of Alabama Crimson Tide. He also loves biographies of musicians and books that help him refine his blossoming art skills. Each week he comes to me with a list of books for me to procure on his behalf – Dolly Parton’s autobiography, Johnny Cash’s Man in Black, Dante’s The Divine Comedy. He’s a voracious reader, impressive considering the fact that he’s only 17. Since he first arrived at Burruss Correctional Tr
