The Prison Guard
By Calvin Shepherd
Rough Draft
I never really knew how he got the way he was. I would never describe has as dumb, he just misunderstood a lot. He could hardly hear, and made the biggest influence on my class and most of all me.
Elementary School, 5th grade.
Yes, I was immensely interested in the show “Prison Break.” I was addicted to the thrill and the problem solving skills it took to break out. I took me awhile to figure out how simulate the exact reenactment of the show, Bruce was there to help. Cubbies around the school where used to hold the entrance to the school. These cubbies became my prison cells. Bruce was my warden and guard. Days went faster by running the streets after an escape and being escorted to my cell by Bruce.
Middle School came around and games became more and more lame. Bruce being able to listen and work with me became my full time partner in classes. Bruce wasn’t that hard to work with, he couldn’t understand which resorted to me doing most of the work. I didn’t mind. It was good for me and him. We got work in the halls and got a lot more done.
Without knowing how Bruce was and how happy he was even with his unfortunate disability, I don’t think I would appreciate the things I do today. Bruce’s hard work and dedication to the sports he wasn’t able to play helped me to become better in sports because he never gave up even from the sidelines, neither did I. Bruce’s abilities changed my life.
Name has been changed to protect Bruce’s privacy.
