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Inmate Blog Entry: Wednesday, April 26 2017

Inmate Blog Category: Life


Alexander Calderon's Profile
Age: 31
Location: Susanville, CA
Total Blog Entries: 3
WHAT'S IMPORTANT

A couple of years ago on a summer day my sister was visiting and I was sitting across to children’s playpen at the visiting center. I was watching two kids, a boy and a girl, inside the playpen, moving around plastic building blocks. I was intrigued, they were hard at work building an elaborate structure-I imagined it to be a castle. These two kids really focused all their energy on this project of theirs. This castle I imagined, had towers, internal passages and gates. Just when they had nearly finished the project, some other kid came along and knocked down the castle. The blocks came tumbling down. I expected it to kids to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to their hard work, there castle. Instead, they filled the entire visiting center with their laughter. I couldn’t help of being. The two kids-a white little boy with tan brown hair and rosy cheeks, and a black little girl and pigtails, held hands from moment’s time, just laughing. They invited the other kid, a brown little boy with the mohawk, to join them in rebuilding a bigger house for the three of them. And so I watched them-all three of them, hard at work again, building another castle. I realize that they taught me an important lesson. All the things in my life, all the complicating structures I build spending so much time creating, can be knocked down. Only my relationships with those I love, and who love me, will endure. I told this to my sister, sooner or later something happens and we get knocked down- what we work so hard to build gets knocked down. When that happens, only the person who has somebody’s hand to hold will be able to laugh. We held each other’s hand for the following five hours, never letting go, until it was time to leave.
Inmate Blog Entry: Monday, July 31 2017

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Alexander Calderon's Profile
Age: 31
Location: Susanville, CA
Total Blog Entries: 3


Lame, corny, silly and funny – the funny was in a sarcastic tone. I’ve received letters mocking my front page ad with these words. My superhero ad didn’t have too many fans! It was suggested that when I am released I should attend ComicCon as SuperConvict and that my ad was SuperLame, Ouch! But a single mother of 3 teenagers from Denver, Colorado writes me a letter and sends me two pictures of one of her sons. Looking at these two pictures I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t hold back, the tears came. I was looking at a mother, arms wrapped around a small kid wearing an Ironman costume. She tells me he’s 5 years old in that picture, his favorite superhero is Ironman. The other picture I’m looking at a teenager, head shaved, gang tattoos displayed on his face and neck. I get captured in his eyes, their tense, strong, piercing when I realize how familiar those eyes are to me. The tears come. The familiar pain, anger, hurt, defiance in those eyes. The mom tells me, “In that picture he’s 16 and I don’t know what happened to the little boy who wanted to be Ironman”. I don’t know how many kids are in juvenile detention centers right now but I know that most of these kids, boys and girls, will eventually find themselves in adult prisons, soon enough, any of you, tell me, how does a little girl end up as a teenager on the streets, selling herself? How does a little boy become a teenager pulling the trigger of a gun and taking a life away? I look at that picture of that boy and I ask, what happened to him? What happened to Ironman?
Inmate Blog Entry: Saturday, June 16 2018

Inmate Blog Category: LIFE


Alexander Calderon's Profile
Age: 31
Location: Susanville, CA
Total Blog Entries: 3
SUPER HERO!

My name is Alex and I used to be a Superhero. I know, you’ll think I’m crazy and you won’t believe me. But I’m serious. I was a Superhero and I had these amazing super powers. I could fly through the skies from one coast to the other, from the tall buildings of New York I would fly fast as a fighter jet, across the Atlantic to Europe, the MidEast and Africa. I could actually fly outside our own planet and I did. Many times I explored, alone, beyond our solar system. I had this incredible strength. I could hold collapsing skyscrapers in midair preventing the building from falling on the crowds of people below; jet airplanes that blew out engines, descending rapidly down, frightened passengers sure they were going to crash, only that they would not die, as I’d swoop in to hold the Boeing 747 gently in my hands and land it safely on a runway. Could I run fast? Huh! I was faster than the Flash. Obviously bad guys with guns were no match, bullets would ricochet off me. Oh, I had x-ray vision and when someone was in distress, calling my name from a burning building, a collapsing bridge, from miles away I could hear them and would fly to their rescue. You’re not aware of this, but many times, I saved this planet we call Earth from an evil galactic empire that travels through the universe conquering planets and their inhabitants. I’m telling you, I was a Superhero but this was years ago, about 26 to be exact. I was 4 years old, bath towel tied around my neck, draped over my shoulders. I sported my Superman Logo cartoon undies along with my rain boots, my Superhero uniform. I was Superman! I was one of the good guys…how did Superman end up in prison? What happened? That’s a question anyone who reads this profile or some other profile throughout this site, every man or woman you see throughout this site was once just a kid. I was once just a kid. A lot of things happened in the earlier years of my life, that in some form shifted and shaped my teenage years. I don’t blame any event or experience for the wrong choices I made. No, I take full responsibility for my actions. Yet I can’t ignore the effects certain things had on me. The little boy Superhero’s powers were no match for what life brings. Along the way I would lose many battles, finally I was defeated when I had used my super power to save the world, there came time where my own super powers could not save me. The little boy Superhero who rescued, couldn’t be rescued himself. In recent years I’ve embarked on a quest to search for Superman, the little boy Superhero. He’s been trapped in a dark cell, hidden away from me. This internal struggle to overcome what became of the little boy Superhero, me as things get better, as I overcome the pain and hurt, I can feel him again. I can sense the joy and happiness of a 4 year old Superhero. He’s there, I’m here, I am the Superhero. I lost my powers, I can’t fly anymore or crush a tank with no effort. I lost that physical strength. And I don’t think I’ll be able to save the world, but I hope I can save one kid from making the same choices I made. I’m going home soon, maybe by years end, no later than two years from now. I believe there is a meaning and a purpose to my existence. I wanna try and help people who feel alone because she or he thinks no one can relate. One of the reasons I decided to join this site is so that perhaps someone will have an interest in starting a Facebook Group with me. A group where we could help people by just being open and honest and discussing the things we hide or just ignore. If I can take all the bad that has happened to me and that I’ve done to help, I will try. So, if you have interest in helping, hit me up please. Aside from that, getting to know people is a pleasure and so if you’re interested in getting to know one another beyond the superficial and trivial things, I’m here. No walls, no barriers, no hiding, just real stuff and the truth. So who are you? Who were you? And who are you gonna be? What meaning and purpose does your existence have? Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you fulfilled? Are you empty? Are you alone? Are you crowded? Are you loved? What are your dreams? What inspires you? I look forward to hearing from whoever you may be. Regardless whether you write me or not, I appreciate the time you took to read this. I sincerely wish you the best. Thank you, Your friend Alex Do all the good you can By all the means you can In all the ways you can In all the places you can At all the times you can To all the people you can As long as ever you can




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