…about prison inmates. …and babies.
Prison inmates; the worst
of the worst, right? They’ve all done bad things, some of them terrible,
unthinkable things. That’s who I’m thinking about, the incorrigible that
have to be locked away. How did they get like that?
We all started out as
babies, the most innocent of innocents. We’re not born with evil stares
and bad intent. We’re born helpless and dependent, with giggles and
smiles as we stumble about. Everybody starts out like that. How do
some of us get from giggles and smiles and innocence to doing terrible things?
Sure, nature versus
nurture, but is that all there is? And none of us are just one
thing. We’re not entirely the worst thing we’ve ever done, nor the
best. But these complicated human beings. We all turn out so
different, and maybe we all, no matter how we turn out, wonder why everyone
else is so different.
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