Freedom Gained & Lost


All it took was the smell of cigarettes burning for my incarcerated fathers class to turn into an extended stay at a densely populated, if not popular, hotel called the county jail last night.

The inmates were placed in a waiting area while the guards and other facility personnel searched for the contraband. It was an extra thirty minutes before I could get into my classroom and at the end of my allotted time the gentleman in charge of security told me it would be a while before I could get out due to the search.

So, I waited. I perused all the reading material in my possession and then reflected upon the reality of being stuck with no way out. It was a feeling of helplessness, a resignation that I wasn’t going anywhere unless someone gave me permission, flipped a switch, pressed a button and made it possible. Finally, a voice came over the intercom and said; “Ok. You can go.” I was free.

I drove home thinking about the ones who were still behind those cinder block walls and metal bars. The mindset of knowing weeks, months, years will pass before they hear the words, see the doors open and are no longer imprisoned.

So many blessings in this spoiled life of mine. Today I am thankful for doors that open, the many freedoms I take for granted and the opportunity to help others regain some of the freedoms they’ve lost.




About is a place for sojourners walking this spiritual path called life. - Brian Loging,, is lead writer at tWS. He is also a speaker, author, poet.

Posted on April 30, 2015, in Life and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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