Yesterday, I went into the Cumberland County Jail (not as an inmate, I signed the guest book!) and spoke with the cutie behind the counter, Casper. When I told him my 24 year old friend died of an overdose last week, he shrugged. "In my business, I'm used to that happening. In this last year, since I've been here, we've had 15 people die." I teared-up.
Why is my horrific news just another day for this young man?
The "To My Little Me, From My BIG Me" Project got a jump start today. I wrote notes to the inmates on a greeting card. Told them a little tidbits about Aleyse. She was 24, a Nursing Student, had an amazing smile, loved everything basketball, and is now dead. Do me a favor, I ask them.
Write a letter to your 15 year old Self.
What would you tell them about life, love, challenge, joy? I gave them an extra gorgeous card to use (thanks Linda.) They can keep the note, I suggest, or give it to a kid. OR they return it to me. I'll pass along their insight and wisdom to the Teen Center, Rehab Housing, Hospice, Immigrant and Refugees, and other prisoners.
I'd even find expecting mothers, so they could read it to their baby.
I thank them for participating in my Project. To honor Aleyse. It will make a difference for someone. I promise. (contact me if you'd like more information.) Thanks for letting me share my Self and my latest gig.