I was just a young man when I went to prison and the overwhelming thing that hit me right between the eyes when I first got there was that most of the men were the walking dead. They had died inside, little or no emotions. You could see it in their eyes. I think that is why I survived in as good of shape as I did. I vowed, right from the start, that I would not become one of the walking dead, that I would always care, that I would never lose the ability to experience my emotions. I think I really put a bee in those people's bonnets because I always cared, and that was so different from what they were. Know what ? I care less now than I did when I was in prison. I wonder why. Jack Childers in OKC International Society of BlackSheep Genealogists http://www.gbnf.com/genealogy/childers/html/surnames.htm "I've traveled a long way and some of the roads were not paved" Jaxone1234@msn.com