Books Thru Bars of Ithaca

Letters:

12-9-05

Dear Mr. Alexander,

Talk about Christmas miracles, I just received one, I speak of the blessing of your last package. Eight books! And not a bad one in the lot. For a person that lives in books, this is a great happening. Please don't think I am not thankful for the normal four book packages, because I am, but eight, that's a very nice size package.

I would like to take a few moments of your time, if I may, I would like to tell you something about myself and the great joy that your group brings to my sad little life.

I am a 51 year old wheelchair bound man, and I lost everything I owned in this world when I came to this evil, dirty prison. I can't put into words how it feels to end up my age with nothing in this world but my wheelchair. Please don't think I am whining, but I must also add a few other facts so you can understand why your group means so much to me. First of all, I was not guilty of the crime I was convicted of. But I've already served four years for the crime, so it's a moot point. If I was guilty or not, I've served the time for it.

But my sad little story gets even worse. I made parole in Jan. 2005, but I can find no halfway house that will take me because of the wheelchair. So for the past year I've had to sit here knowing that if I could walk I would be free, but I am handicapped, so I rot in this prison. Get the idea of how evil Texas prisons are?

Texas is proud of how bad their prisons are, and I for one can tell you there is no greater evil in this country than the Texas prison system. As I said before, I am not whining, but you had to hear about my life to understand why I feel the need to escape from my life anyway that I can. That is the blessing that your group has been to my life for several years now.

In the books you so kindly send to me I climb mountains, I sail seas, I meet the love of my life, and I solve crimes, and set the innocent free. Mr. Alexander, you don't want to know what it's like to live in a wheelchair, and I pray you never find out, just like you never want to find out just how bad a Texas prison is.

But one thing I hope I can find a way to explain so you can understand is the great joy thay you all bring to my life. I so wish I was a smarter man, and much better with words so I could truly explain how you all make my life liveable. Your books helped me to pass the time and not dwell on the injustice done to me.

I do think that when (if ever) they release me, I won't carry the hate of the evil done me into my new life. And thanks to your fine group I've learned a great love and respect for the wonderful world open to us all in books.

I've carried on much too long, as I said, I wish I were a smarter man, but I hope my simple words help you to understand how deeply my thanks go!

Thank you and may God bless!

(name being withheld)



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