Timothy sat hunched over in a wheelchair at the entrance to the prison hospital. Wrapped in a white blanket, shivering, pale, and emaciated, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. He was going home. The state prison in Florence sits like an old fortress atop a hill in the middle of the Sonoran desert. Outside the city limits are miles and miles of sand, saguaro, and sun-baked reptiles. Not a hospitable environment for a would-be escapee….
Posted on July 27, 2012 at 6:00 am by Praying Medic / My Craziest Adventures With God - Volume 2, Prison inmates / 20 Comments