I Was a Doctor Addicted to Pills. So Were My Patients.
“I had no idea if I would get caught. It didn’t matter.”
I was a family doctor in Clarksburg, West Virginia, and I just wanted to help everybody. I would give them what they wanted, thinking I was helping them. I had some semblance of, They need this medicine. But they’d lose their medicine. It would fall down the sink. Or they’d lose their purse in Ohio, and then they didn’t have their medicine, so it was another prescription. Word got out: I’m a nice guy, I take care of everybody. Soon, everybody seemed like they were on a controlled substance.
Transforming Lives for Over Four Decades
Prison Fellowship trains and inspires churches and communities—inside and outside of prison—to support the restoration of those affected by incarceration. They equip correctional leaders, volunteers, and incarcerated men and women to make prisons more rehabilitative places; advocate for a more restorative criminal justice system; and collaborate with churches and local service providers to support former prisoners, their families, and their communities.
The Big Chill
I had never been locked up before. No one told me that prison would be so cold.
It was done raining and the sun in the narrow window of my cell made the world look warm. But I was cold. It was always cold at the prison in Mason, Tennessee, which serves as a holding facility for prisoners waiting to go to trial or to another prison or, for some immigrants detained there, to deportation proceedings.