Got a call from our son. We had planned to have a visit this weekend, as we hadn't seen him for the past 7 months. Well, looks like it's not happening just yet. Ryan explained to me what transpired on his end today.
He was working in the kitchen when a guard came over and asked him to go into the ice room.....he followed him there and when they entered the room, the guard started beating the crap out of him by kicking and punching him. He's pretty bruised up he says and he wasn't sure as to what procedure to take for this, so he asked around.....he was told to see the Captain to report the beating.
Shortly after he did that, they moved him into another facility and have put him in confinement. The doctor is to visit tomorrow morning and evaluate the situation....he thinks his ribs might be broken and he's hurting everywhere. There will also be an investigation to determine what transpired.
Nothing about this is easy....I get mad at the system for having so many people working within those walls who take advantage of the inmates and travel on an ego trip.....I get mad at my son's addiction and for the path that it has taken him.....I get mad that I receive phone calls like these and that I can't do anything about it. I'm working really hard at turning it over and letting it go.....letting HP handle it......He knows a heck of a lot more than I do.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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