Today, when I went to visit Lee, I received a huge shock.
My Titus 2 friend went with me to visit today. She drove–my car is still being cantankerous.
She and I set our visiting slip on the guard’s desk and went to sit down.
I heard, “Maam, you have to go in the booth.”
I didn’t think he could possibly have been speaking to me. I turned and said, “Me?”
He said, “If you’re visiting Lee Norris yes you.”
I was so shocked I know that it was visible on my face.
We went and sat in the booth. We had to talk to Lee on the telephone with a video monitor.
I sat there with my Titus 2 friend feeling very sick to my stomach. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
I had just been to visit him on Sunday and got to see him in the visiting room. Getting a hug and kiss is what helps keep me sane.
When he came on he looked great. He said he was worried to tell me.
I had often told him “Do NOT do anything to get yourself put in the hole because I like my visits.”
I remembered many times when I visited and felt sorry for the people in the booth. Today I was one of them.
Here’s what happened.
On Sunday night, Lee’s cell mate “shanked” him. He got angry that Lee passed gas (too much information I know! But that’s what happened) and tried to stab Lee with his scissors. Lee was on his bunk and couldn’t get down or past him to get out.
The cell mate managed to cut open one knuckle but Lee was able to put the pillow in front of his face.
When his cell mate’s scissors broke, he left the room and went to hide the scissors. Lee wasn’t going to say anything–being a snitch in prison is NOT a good thing.
He laid down and then realized that he was not willing to sleep in a room with someone that was willing to stab him. He went and told the guards and as a result both of them were taken to “the hole” until the investigation is complete.
Lee said he’s completely at peace. He knows he didn’t do anything. He’s concerned about being called a snitch now. He’s also concerned that the investigating officer doesn’t believe him.
The scissors haven’t been found so they told Lee that he’s lying.
The investigation can take anywhere from 4 to 21 days with a 21 day extension.
I pray they make up their mind quickly! I can only visit him via telephone/monitor for 1 hour per week.
He isn’t depressed at all. He looked great and was in good spirits. He joked about being able to wear orange for a change rather than green. He was shackled in his visiting room. He said that’s because they had to move him out of his cell and they are always shackled if they have to be moved.
He went outside yesterday. He said they let them out for an hour into their own cage. When they let the inmate out, they are out for the entire hour. It is beyond bitter cold here! He said he won’t do that again. Poor guy!
He doesn’t have any books or his Bible. He said today they brought him stamps and a pen and envelopes but no paper. He cannot go to work but the state still pays him his .42 per hour so he said it’s free vacation.
He said that other than not being able to visit me, he’d stay. It’s quiet and he’s getting real rest. He’s also not exposed to all the other germs floating around.
He’s warm enough because he has 2 blankets.
He hopes that his calligraphy books and the paper airplane books he bought so he can make airplanes for James don’t get “lost”. He told me that often inmate’s property often gets “lost” when they go to the hole.”I decided though that those are just things and it’s ok if they get lost anyway.”
Lee said he’s had time to pray and has had a few realizations.
I don’t like that he’s in “the hole” or that I have to visit him through a monitor, but I am thankful that he is safe. So thankful. I am so glad that God watched out for Lee and protected him from danger.
When I came home this afternoon, I was so tired.
That’s how my body handles stress. I get exhausted and shut down. I took a nap and made some chocolate cookies!
I think it shook me up mostly that he had been in danger. I am praising the Lord that he’s safe and that even in “the hole” he is alright.
I pray that God will use this time to really speak to Lee’s soul and remind him that he is loved.
I hesitated to post this. I wondered if it was too weird to share, but it’s life.
I’d prefer to never know anything about prison, or shanks, or “the hole”, but I do.