Letters In Prison Live Laugh and Cry
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Smiling the newly appointed prison librarian picked up one of the returned books. Almost dropped it. Something fluttered to the floor. A paper. She picked it up, unfolded it, and read This is the first time I spent a night in a bed without my wife, and I have an erection. “What the hell!” exclaimed the librarian. Turning to her helper she offered up the letter and said “Look at this. Yuk!” Her helper took a step back saying “It must be one of those nasties the inmates post to the prison librarian via book returns. I’m not touching that grubby smelly rubbish”. “Does this happen often?” asked the librarian. “Yes” replied the helper “Especially to the new female librarian”. The librarian screwed up her face and spat out “Lucky me”. Helper smiled. “What do I do with it?” asked the librarian. Her helper pointed to the rubbish bin and said “Throw it in the bin. That’s where rubbish goes.” Into the rubbish bin it went. “When will these nasty notes stop?” asked the librarian. Helper replied, “Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. Good luck with that”. With a frown, the librarian said “Oh crap”.
No matter what job, what field of work one navigates there will always be some kind of nasties. I have found that to maintain a healthy spiritual, mental, physical, and emotional state, I need to end the day with laughter or at the least a smile. If possible.
For you the reader I wish the sound of laughter, the sight of, or the feel of a smile.
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