They walk up and ask if I remember them. “I was in your rehabilitation class. I want to tell you that I kept thinking about what you said to us when I was in prison and I have never forgotten. I have been out ‘x’ years and I have a job and family and I’m never going back.”
Isn’t it a shame that sometimes it takes 20 or 30 or even, as in my case, 40 years, before you get “it”? “It” being of course, life.
In my fifties, I had a chance to teach a rehabilitation course to several hundred inmates in a jail setting. I know what it is like to have men on their way to a life in prison suddenly recognize the truth and years later tell me: “I kept thinking about the things you talked about, and I decided I’d never go back to jail again. I’ve been out X years now and I have a family and a good job.”
I know many will never understand what this life is really about. Too bad. Hell of a choice.
All of us can teach. We are all supposed to.
Whether we are teaching our kids to ride a bike, or how to act in the circumstances of life, every responsible human being [and that is a very limited field!] is a teacher.
There is a great satisfaction in knowing that a few words [a few thousand] may have saved someone’s life. Maybe even the lives of children not yet born, or a wife not yet embraced.
I know it is possible to absolutely change the course of a life.
I know that because I am a living example–once dead, now alive.
This monologue [OXFORD Dict.; “a scene in a drama, where a person speaks alone” !!!] will be about teaching. It will most likely be a “walkabout” [look it up] OR a trip through the long “scenic route” because unfortunately there are no short cuts through life. But, the purpose will be to open eyes and minds and hopefully hearts.