Today I was delighted to wake up to this email from a guy who credits reading Hard Time for helping him recover from drugs: Hi Shaun, I just wanted to send you a message to say thank you. I was in a pretty dark place with drugs a few years ago and u came to visit my girlfriends school in bath. She got a signed book from u and have it to me for my birthday (she didn't quite know the extent of the hole I was in, I'd all but shut her out my life to keep her from it). I read hard time and it changed my life. Your books were the help I was too scared to ask anyone else for. I am terrified to even think we're I would be without u. What ur doing is amazing and u are the strongest man I know Shaun. I gave the book to my friends who were in the same situation as me and nearly all of them have pulled through and we are now doing absolutely brilliantly. So once again thank you, I will never be able to say it enough. Shaun xx
T-Boneis a massively-built spiritual ex-Marine, who uses fighting skills to stop prison rape. T-Bone’s latest letter:
There’s a guy in here called Ted, who
got himself some crystal meth, and, man, is that stuff poison. He was walking
around with his jaw going from side to side, and when he did sit, he couldn’t keep
his legs still.
“Why are you doing that stuff?” I asked
“I have nothing else to do,” he said.
“You have a fleshly mind-set,” I said. “I
know because I’ve been there.”
Ted wanted to buy pain medication to
snort. He sent a youngster to sick call to try to obtain some. The youngster
managed to get the meds, but kept them to himself.
“T-Bone, I need your help with the
youngster,” Ted said. He had seen me stand up for the weaker guys who were trying
“Duh,” I said.
“Everyone is ripping me off,” Ted said.
“Doing dope, you dummy. If you make the
effort to change, God will take care of the rest.”
He didn’t listen. Some guys went into
his cell and beat Ted up and took his dope.