The Meddlesome

Meddle: to involve oneself in a matter without right or invitation.

Growing up I loved to watch Scooby Doo. Those bad guys would always say, "And I would of gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddlesome kids and their dog!" 

I remember one of the first times I went to jail. I wasn't a junkie yet, I was in there for drinking and driving.Even in jail, I've always gotten along with most people. There seems to be good in just about everyone. 

Then there are those others that are just, well, bullies. Bad apples. 

In jail tobacco is like gold. It comes in through some of the correctional officers, through trustees, and well "suit cased" by inmates getting booked in who know how to squat and cough very well. 

When someone has tobacco people flood the person. They are everyone's best friend until it's gone. It just so happens that often the nice guys will be the ones who have it. Guys that share with everyone. 

This guy wouldn't hurt a fly and was sharing his smoke with everyone. I didn't smoke then, but still when all of a loud THUD, SMACK, BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!!  I looked over and in the bathroom laying on the floor was a man, who would give you anything you asked, all swollen and bloody. Walking away was his tattooed, overweight, prison bound piece of trash assailant. The big bully. 

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My heart started to race. Blood swelled my muscles and with it came a red tint to my skin. I flew into the situation. Wide eyed I got in the oppressors face. Poking at him I yelled "You pussy pick on someone your own size! Hit me!" I called him every name I could think of to try and get him to swing but to no avail. I wish I could have helped. I wasn't even good friends with the guy. I just knew that he was a type of person that wouldn't be able to rightly defend himself in the situation. 

Things changed that day. I was called "Captain Save-a-hoe" You see, I was sat down after that and was talked to by some veteran criminals. It was explained to me that things weren't done the way in there. Even knowing in my heart I did the right thing, still the words from those men in the jail sunk in and slowly as time passed it weighed on my character. I began to shy away from conflict and let wrong actions be the business of those involved. 

I am still trying to grow my courage along with my integrity. I wish to again be the man I was when I was just a boy in jail. I believe that it is important to be meddlesome where we are needed. It is even more important to never compromise our integrity. Stand up for what we believe in. Especially when we are more capable to do so than others. Being capable alone orders our duty to do so. 

I will conclude this blog with a quote from the 5 Star General, Douglas MacArthur, 

"Last, but by no means least, courage-moral courage, the courage of one's convictions, the courage to see things through. The world ;is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It's the age-old struggle-the roar of the crowd on one side and the voice of ;your conscience on the other." 

Be addicted to life, Eric.


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