Wow, Mom sometimes forgets me in her run for the computer. Finally she is letting me talk!
Sure wish I had fingers so I could do this myself...
Mom is working on a book about a former drug trafficker. He writes the chapters and she tweaks them, as well as adds parts here and there. I was reading over her shoulder the other day and came across this statement:
"The flower of recidivism blooms with the inability to better oneself with education that can be found in a library." (c)2012 Robert L. Wilhelm, "BobbyConvict"
Pretty profound, coming from a former drug guy. I wonder what would happen if all the people in prison would choose to actually set foot in a library and start reading. Some of them can't read, which is really sad, but they tend to not ask a human to help them. I can sort of read when the light is good, and I'm just a dog. 9When I have treats, of course). Point is, they could have help if they really wanted it.
Recidivism is the "revolving door" to crime and punishment. So often when criminals are let out they end up back in the joint. But that is not what could happen with education and the ability to read. Libraries are awesome things. Sometimes Mom reads to me. And I love that. Just the sound of her voice makes me happy. Most criminals never got that, by the way, even from their moms and dads. I can hardly wait to see how much influence this big deal drug guy will have to help other inmates and ex-cons who have no idea that the path to freedom is found in books.
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