“The day that I don't sit across the desk from somebody to do taxes, I'm done. Anybody can work numbers. My employees give me a bad time because they think I spend more time talking than I do getting the information, but I want people to know that what’s going on in their life matters to me. It’s important to get to know people.”
This battle with blastomycosis that Carson is facing has been hard to process, really. Aside from the very serious medical aspect of this, is the fact that just a week after we sent Carson off on this new chapter in his life, he got sick. He still feels like one of our own, but he’s now a part of you. So, naturally we asked the question, “How would this big church respond?”
Somehow he remembered his calling card number (remember those?) and called his roommate. Since it was in the wee hour of the morning his roommate thought it was a prank, so it took a few tries before Jed convinced him to drive out into the middle of nowhere to pick him up and help search for Caesar.
"Was that an alcohol problem or just typical stupid teenage behavior?" I asked trying to clarify.
"I think it's a little bit of both," came her answer, "I eventually got to a point where I was drinking because of my problems and not because I wanted to have fun. I was pretending I was a normal person and not an alcoholic…”
Warning: graphic photo included
He's from Davenport, Iowa - you know, that part of the state that, when viewed on a map, looks like a nose - but, he's called Rochester, MN home for the past 17 years. And, he's an actual writer (whereas I'm a hack of a writer) and in our interview he used some really great words like "ostensibly," so I determined to put on my big-girl writer pants and not screw this up.
I've worked a lot of non typical, "tough," and physically demanding jobs and usually to obsession. And, despite the tough work I've had in my life being a mom requires way more hours and hard work than any other job I've had. Plus, I'm the only person I know who prefers Keystone Light to most other beers. And, I'm not afraid to admit it!
Being a correctional officer isn't being some sort of big brute tossing people around. It's having sympathy and empathy. It's former detainees coming up to you in the street and saying, "Thank you for the respect you gave me...I've turned my life around." It's people that go back into the community to be productive citizens - that's what being a correctional officer is all about.