Random Thoughts

Most of the civilized world views inmates as monsters. I'm here to tell you that's just not the case. This past week something happened here that will stick with me for a long time.

As I was reading before bed, I heard a loud commotion coming from the hallway. I jumped off my bed and ran out to see what was going on. Multiple guys were out in the hallway yelling profanity and showing a ton of emotion. I approached one of the more vocal ones and asked what was going on.

He yelled, "he killed him? I can't believe he killed him!"

I was terrified that someone truly had been killed in someones room.  Confused, I yelled at the group of guys, "who killed who, what are you talking about?" By now, other inmates had come into the hallway just as upset as the others and I quickly realized that I was the only one who didn't know what was going on and who had been killed. I yelled again, "who killed someone?" I couldn't see any blood or signs of a struggle so I was even more confused.

Finally one of the guys looked up at me and yelled, "(expletive)SNAPE KILLED HIM!"

Snape? Inmates have all sorts of nicknames so I figured someone nicknamed Snape had killed another inmate. Part of me was so excited to see my first prison murder scene. "Snape, I said. Who did he kill?" That's when another inmate came out into the hallway, nearly in tears, and answered my question.. "Snape.. Snape killed Dumbledore!"

It took me a split second for my brain to fully process what I was being told but the light finally came on...This was the weekend of the Harry Potter Movie Marathon on USA network! I had overheard some guys talking about it earlier in the day and didn't consider that the entire prison would be glued to their TVs all weekend watching Harry, Hermione, and Ron take on the Dark Lord. But all of these guys were either too high or too tough to ever watch or read a series like Harry Potter on the outside were into it just like my kids had been years ago. It was nothing less than fascinating to see 180 felons cheering on a game of Quidditch.

Although I am sure there are some repeat offenders who were quietly cheering Lord Voldermort on-they didn't dare do it publicly-the boy with the scar on his forehead was just too easy to root for.

Random Thoughts

This week will mark six months of me being prisoner #179321 in the Colorado Department of Corrections. I can't believe that it's been that long! This past week will be a little different than any of my others in that it's just a little different than any of my others as I have a collection of random thoughts that I have been meaning to write down but haven't had the right blog topic to work them in, so here you go-

-My first two weeks in prison seemed as long as the next five and a half months.

-I have yet to sleep all the way through the night on a prison bed. The only times I have slept through the night in the past six months is when I have been on fires and sleeping under the stars.

-I finished my 50th book since being in here this week. Undaunted Courage by Stephen Ambrose is one of the top 5 best books that I have ever read.

-If I could go back 20 years, I would have found a way to fight fires in the summers. There are few things on earth that get my adrenaline going more than a fire. The physical and mental challenge are exhilarating.

-I am scared about being a felon and how that will affect my life once I am out.

-I have never loved or appreciated my wife Sallie more than I do now. In some crazy way, this whole ordeal has just made our love story that much better.

-I miss steak-good steak-so, so much.

-My kids are resilient. Sallie and I were so worried about how this would affect them. I know it's been hard on them but they have made me so proud. Their courage, attitudes, lack of embarrassment has been a miracle.

-As inmates, ironically enough, we get the best versions of each other in here. Most of the guys in this facility are here because of drugs- meth mainly. The absolute devastation that these drugs cause is unbelievable-unless you have witnessed it. I find myself having conversations with other inmates in here and thinking to myself, "how could this guy have committed such a terrible crime?" The answer-drugs. And for the most part, everyone in here is drug free-so I get the best version (in most cases) of them. Something their families and loved ones have not known for many, many years.

-Getting back into shape I'm in now was one of the hardest things I've done. I had forgotten how much of an impact physical health has on spiritual and mental health. I feel as good as I have felt in 10 years.

-You'd be surprised at how in a lot of cases, there are only 2 decisions difference between an inmate and the common citizen.

-God is good-I've never felt stronger about that, in my whole life than I do now. 

-I know this makes me sound old-fashioned but I am convinced, more than ever, that our cell phones are destroying our minds. Between work and social media and the Internet, it's realistic to say I was spending 3-4 hours a day on my phone. It's now been six months since I last saw my cell phone and I can literally feel my brain coming back to life. I enjoy things like reading and writing again. My creativity is back in full swing. I don't have anxiety when I'm more than 3 feet from my phone. I feel like I have missed out on so much life going on around me. I read an awesome quote this week that I've sworn to commit to for the rest of my life-especially as it applies to my phone.

"Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least."

-Johann Goethe

-Sit down or go for a walk with someone you love and watch the sunrise or sunset. It's something that you take completely for granted until you do it for six months-alone.

-I can't wait for the day when its only Sallie performing strip searches of me. The "squough"is getting so redundant.

-I can't wait to be able to use real toothbrushes, utensils, and click pens again. Why can't we use them in here you ask?....Because they've all been used to kill people.

-I recently finished a religious book Sallie sent me called, The Peacegiver by James Ferrell. In terms of perspective on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, no other book has had such a profound impact on my view of that great act. It's a quick read, and in my opinion, is absolutely life changing.

-I am so grateful for so many things-exponentially more than when I came in here. It's one of the few positives that could ever come out of an experience like this.

-When I consider the love and support that my family and I have received from so many people during this unimaginably tough time in our lives-I cannot contain my emotions. I could write about the acts of kindness and the miracles that have come out of this and still not come close to capturing the correct magnitude. THANK YOU!

-Making the fire fighting team is a miracle that I am still trying to understand. In many ways, it saved my life.

-I miss my wife's cooking and the life where Top Ramen isn't the main course of everything.

-I miss good toilet paper-and not sharing a bathroom with 30 other dudes.

-Did I mention I miss the 3 s's? Steak, Sallie and s... in no particular order.

-I am heartbroken by the stories I hear of the situations that so many of my fellow inmates grew up in. If anything, it reminds me that I have absolutely no excuse for being in here.

-I miss fly-fishing. While we were on the 416 fire in Durango we would drive by fly fishermen in the river each day-that was prison at it's worst.

-Football season hasn't even started and yet I already miss coaching. I've coached my son Jack since he was 6 years old-I wanted one last season with him before high school. It breaks my heart to miss this season but I am grateful for the good men who have stepped up to coach him, support him and help him and his team. This includes his basketball family as well. We are blessed to have such good men take care of Jack for me while I can't. To them, I can never thank you enough.

-Things I'm addicted to that I wasn't before prison: Hot Cheetos, Welch's Fruit Snacks and peanut butter.

-I miss being able to go to Church-ALL THREE HOURS! Even I'm surprised by this :)

-I miss my dog Zeus.

-I miss date nights every weekend.

-I miss hanging out with my kids and listening to them laugh.

-I miss teasing them.

-I miss being a husband and a father in person.

-I miss free conversations-they cost $.12/minute in here.

-I miss traveling and interacting with our employees.

-I miss my friends and business associates.

-I miss my nieces and nephews and their parents; I miss my Goble and Stephens family.

-I miss kissing my wife whenever I want.

Thank you again to all who read the blog and follow our story!

Lastly.. 3 rules to live by:

1. Don't take things personal.

2. Be impeccable with your word.

3. Comparison is the thief of joy.

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Half a Year & A Change for Maggie💔

I don't like living my life by time markers, it's depressing. But today is big because it's been six months since sentencing day. A half year since my husband hasn't been home, a half year we have had to figure out a new normal and a half year since my heart was broken. It is also the day that one of my dear friends is throwing a "moving away" party for Maggie.

Maggie is moving to Utah this weekend and is going to live with my brother, his wife and their two boys. Maggie will be a junior this year and after alot of conversations, prayers and even more praying; moving is what she needs right now. My heart is breaking a bit more today as many of her friends will be gathering tonight to give her hugs, love and well wishes. It's another difficult conundrum for me letting her go. Maggie has always been mature, very helpful and responsible. I readily admit I have taken advantage of this and in doing so, she has lost a bit of her teenage self and has become more of my nanny, driver, co-parent, and friend than a teenage girl.

I have seen her watching me for any sign of breaking down, anger, happiness and every other unstable emotion I have on a daily basis. I am so grateful for how in tune she is to me, but I also have watched her slowly remove herself from everything she used to love. Soccer, friends, activities, dating... she even told me a group of friends were sneaking out to cross it off their bucket list, but she didn't feel up to it. I had to tell her that it's not considered sneaking out if you tell your mom, and I was kindof sad she didn't want too. See how screwed up things are? What mom thinks it's sad their child doesn't want to sneak out?!

It isn't so much the sneaking out as it is she is so busy worrying for me, she is losing herself and that is something Brandon and I are terrified of happening. One day when I was asking her if she is okay, if she is happy, she broke down and simply said no. She specifically said that her cousin is going to be a senior and she wants to be around him before life takes him away. It was one of the sweetest yet saddest thing I have ever heard her say. Maggie is a daddy's girl and out of all the kids, has really missed the presence of her Dad the most. Her age, her maturity, and her confidence is at a critical age and being around my Dad, her uncles will be really good for her. She needs them right now and I am so very grateful every uncle and aunt that have offered to let her stay with them. I am so blessed that my kids are so loved and when one of them needed some extra love and attention, every family member has stepped up and offered anything and everything.

It's interesting how each of the kids has handled this, all in their own ways and all doing really well. With Maggie being able to tell us she needs a change, I was truly devastated and yet so proud of her for telling me what she needs. One of the things I said to the judge exactly six months ago, was how the importance of a father in both boys and girls affects them throughout their lives. My kids have such a good dad and he has such a special, unique relationship with each one of them. He adores his 3 girls and his boy, and oh how they need him and no matter how good of a mom I am or try to be, I cannot replace what their father brings to their lives. I hope that if he didn't hear anything I said, he at least heard that.

I have never second guessed myself more than I have these past six months. I always ask myself what Brandon would do..and I try to do it most of the time. It's liberating to say we have made it to six months, it's like a pat on the back because I never, ever thought I would make it here. It sounds dramatic I know, but although the good days do outnumber the bad, the bad is bad and sometimes I have doubted if I can do it another day. Watching my kids learn how to live without their dad, me living without him is unyieldingly difficult.

I often wonder what our life would look like today had things gone in our favor. I like to torture myself I suppose. Yet, I always find myself thinking we wouldn't be nearly as grateful for each other, our life, our children, for the daily mundane ways of life had we not been separated. Maybe I would be bitter for the interruption, the stress, the fear etc... and Brandon would probably be wishing he was in jail! Yet as I continue to wade through the waters of the unimaginable, it still doesn't feel like my life is really real. I'm wading in a river of denial I suppose.

I have a new perception and appreciation for life and every person in it. Good or bad actually because I am much more aware of kindness, goodness and what a difference it makes. Coaches who embrace and love my kids, teachers, friends, teammates, family..it's something my kids talk about, notice and appreciate. The disappointments, we have all learned how to handle it and it is what it is.

I am forever going to remember this day as a half year of living without Brandon and the day our Colorado family says goodbye to my Maggie. She had so many friends show up tonight and I was so happy to see her genuinely smiling. I see so much of Brandon in Maggie's eyes, she is so much like her dad in so many ways. Brandon mentioned she might not ever live under the same roof as him again; I told him just wait until she's married...we all come back at some point :)

All I know is we are doing what we feel is best and making the best of it. Our oldest is moving to where we grew up. She will be around friends we grew up with who have become family, our families, and she will probably meet some of our teachers and coaches who loved us despite all the drama of teenage love we put them through.

I have a long way to go in understanding all of this, but I have learned so much about myself, people, humility and faith. It's a progression and everyday I want to skip any step I can but I can feel myself taking a deep breath again. I am trying to understand how to have more faith and apply it, and how to handle disappointments without losing it; it's hard and I am not good at it. I am just so thankful that my kids love me and that they are alot better at this than me. I have learned so much from them. Adults tend to give themselves too much credit, that we have so much to teach our children. What I have learned these past six months is that they have so much to teach us.

Maggie's moving away party is fitting as it's happening on this day. My friend has no idea what a heaven sent angel she is for me, especially today. A celebration for so many reasons, and six months of learning how to rely on our Heavenly Father in ways I never knew how. I try to make sense of answers and unanswered prayers, having enough faith, or learning how to exactly have more of it. I wouldn't blame God for giving up on me, I frustrate myself and for every step forward I feel like I take 3 steps back. I feel really hopeful some days, and then I wonder if my hope is naive and just my desperate attempt to survive. I miss being able to ask Brandon all my spiritual questions, he's probably loving the break...despite all my confusion and second guessing my faith and hopeful feelings, I think about all of it alot more. I am still full of flaws but I am much more aware of others and how life changes change us.

Happy six months as an inmate Pumpkin, I am so proud of you and everything you are. Life isn't nearly as good without you in it everyday. This reset in our lives is going to be the best thing for us. We will never look at life the same and I am so very grateful for that. It's only a matter of time until you're back where you belong and that day cannot come soon enough, until then our kids and I will be missing you.

Re-sentenced to Prison

It's been a long couple of weeks sitting around and waiting. After returning from the 416 fire, we had 3 firefighters who were removed from our team. While we were fighting fire down in Durango, we were assigned to protect a couple of nice houses - we were on what they call "structure protection". A couple of my fellow, astute inmates, decided it would be OK to steal marijuana from one of the homeowners whose home we were protecting. And in classic inmate fashion - they got caught. And it resulted in them being charged with new crimes (while in prison). 

Of course, the entire state of Colorado is currently on fire and we are hopelessly sidelined until we fill the three positions-which will hopefully be done this week. I've been reading and writing a lot during our pause, and recently finished a great book called, "The Big Burn". It's a fantastic book about the largest wildfire in American History. "The Big Burn", located on the Idaho/Montana border (near Wallace), burned 3 million acres in 2 days. The smoke plume stretched all the way to Greenland! There was a quote in the book that said that, "Fighting fires was the closest thing as going to war." I have obviously never been near a war zone, but I can see the similarities. And I can tell you that the adrenaline rush that I feel on the front lines of a fire are unlike anything I've ever felt. The exhaustion of fighting an opponent as formidable as a fire, alongside other firemen, all the while knowing in the back of your mind that your life is always on the line is incredible. And so to just sit here in the facility, watching the fire on the news, hearing about the lack of resources, the homes burning, poor containment, dry conditions-is like being re-sentenced to prison. Maybe it's only something that other firemen can understand-but I want back in the action-I've never enjoyed the sidelines. 

There was another  1.5 mile run for the new recruits, but little did I know that we would all be expected to run with them. If you've followed my blog, you know that in order to qualify for the inmate fire team, candidates must run a 1.5 mile race in 12 minutes. I ran the qualifying race in 11:59.7 in March-barely qualifying. Fortunately for me, I've got a secret weapon known as Brandon Stokey. 

Stokey was instrumental in helping me train for the initial run. After making the run and the team, he told me that our real training was 'just the beginning'. And so, much like when I was preparing for the qualifying run, Stokey and I have continued our regime for the past 4 months. If you were asking me, I'd tell you we're running ALL THE TIME. If you ask Stokey, he'll tell you that we're not running enough. Between long-distance runs, sprints, and cross training, we typically run 15-20 miles a week. Stokey is either the best or worst workout partner that you could ever have-depending how you look it. He will never let us miss a day (other than our day off, Sunday). Imagine those mornings where you're tired, want to sleep a little longer... don't want to workout... now imagine a human alarm clock/trainer that comes to the house and forces you onto the track or into the weight room-that's my man Stokey. All the training has definitely paid off. I currently weigh 248 lbs- a total loss of 40 lbs since coming into prison on January 24. And my 1.5 mile was 11:10- 49 seconds faster than my qualifying time. My one mile split was 6:37-something that I'm very proud of. I've also been moved to a "sawyer" (chainsaw dude) on the fire team which is very physically demanding, so the training has helped tremendously.

The only positive thing about being sidelined was being able to get a visit from Sallie. She and the kids are back from her parent's ranch and she came over to visit on Saturday and Sunday. Spending time with her has never meant more to me than it does now. I find myself wondering how I ever made the mistake of taking our Friday and Saturday date nights for granted. I find myself daydreaming about just cuddling and watching a good movie. The dream does not end there, but for my kids' sakes, this post must... 


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Tribute to my Grandpa

One of my biggest regrets while being here is the fact that I missed saying goodbye to my Grandpa Stephens before he passed away. I missed his funeral and I will forever regret that. I loved spending time with him as a child and as an adult; and because of that, we built a special relationship with each other. I could talk to him about anything and everything. He always loved my Sal from when she was my girlfriend, and as she became my wife, and she sure loved him back. I appreciated his advice, humor and time he spent with me, my wife, and my kids. 

My cousin Nate spoke at his funeral, Sallie said he did a great job and I have no doubt he made Grandpa proud. I wrote the following for Nate to read on my behalf at Grandpa's funeral. My Grandpa was a good, good man who loved me and made sure I felt that and knew how proud of me he was, even in my current circumstance. 

It was a warm summer evening in Montpelier, ID. Grandpa and I were walking through the hay fields, checking the sprinkler lines one last time before sunset. I was exhausted from the long day of work. Grandpa had picked me up from my parents house in Logan at 5:30 am and we had made the drive over to the farm. I loved riding in the truck with Grandpa- he always told me such good stories as we drove. He'd even sometimes have a Pepsi or Coke waiting for me - he'd wink at me as he handed me the can to ensure that I knew that it was "our little secret". He knew I wasn't allowed to drink caffeine at home-but he also knew that Grandpas existed to bend some rules. Grandma would also make sure to pack us a loaf of her incredible homemade bread. I cherished those 90 minute drives in Grandpa's truck, stuffing my face with Grandma's homemade bread, sipping on a cold can of Coke, listening to Grandpa's stories, all while some lady named Patsy sang in the background about "going on walks after midnight"( which as a kid I never understood but Grandpa seemed to enjoy) 

As Grandpa and I walked through the hayfield he must have sensed my exhaustion. He waited for me to catch up to him, put his hand on my shoulder and assured me that we only had one last sprinkler line to check. By now the sun had started its dip below the horizon- in another 30 minutes it would be dark.

As we approached the line, Grandpa grabbed ahold of the sprinkler riser and unlatched a piece of pipe. Immediately, there was a huge explosion and a very pressurized stream of water blew the top of the riser off. I watched in terror as the riser shot 30 feet into the air; luckily it landed 20 feet away from us. 

It was the equivalent of a fire hydrant coming apart. Grandpa and I were immediately soaked to the bone with the chilly irrigation water. After making sure that I wasn't hurt, he ran down to the shutoff valve and turned the water off. After the water was turned off, Grandpa came walking back down to where I was. As we approached each other the most unlikely thing happened- we both looked at each other, hugged and then simultaneously burst out in laughter. I had never seen my Grandpa laugh so hard. It was probably a combination of the relief that neither of us was hurt combined with the sight of a Grandpa and grandson soaked like fish in a Montpelier hayfield. We sat down in that field, exhausted from what had just transpired, laughed at ourselves some more and watched the last rays of the sun dance across the beautiful fields of what was once The Stephens Farm. 

If heaven is full of the greatest things from this life then I have surely not taken my last truck ride with my Grandpa Stephens. I'm so grateful for the knowledge that life does not end with our mortal existence here on earth. Because of our Savior, Jesus Christ, we will all live again. 

I pray that the hay fields of heaven are as beautiful as they are in my dreams. I want to spend a day working and laughing in them with my Grandpa Stephens- just like we used to many years ago. And maybe, if it really is heaven, Grandma will be there too with some of her homemade bread. 

I'll close by holding up an imaginary can of Coke and saying, "here's to one of the greatest men I've ever known". I love you Grandpa!

MIRACLES

4th of July

Growing up my brother Jason and I had two posters hanging up on the wall in the bathroom. One was a poster of Michael Jordan doing one of his gravity-defying dunks. The other one was a picture of the Tetons in Jackson Hole with the caption, "You only have to open your eyes to see the hand of God." (ironically enough , both Jason and I grew up believing that Michael Jordan and God were one in the same). As it turns out, it took me coming to prison to truly see all the miracles that have come from God's hand in my life.

Fifteen years ago, Sallie, Maggie and I were at her parent's buffalo ranch in Idaho. There are few places as beautiful as Medicine Lodge Ranch in the summer-and there is certainly no better place to fly fish. Sallie was 6 1/2 months pregnant and in the middle of the night, 2 hours from the nearest hospital-she went into pre-term labor. I remember waking up Doc and Michele and telling them something was wrong as they scrambled to help me and Sallie. Doc had his helicopter up there and as we were trying to decide whether to fly her out or drive, I remember something Doc had told me before about how dangerous it is to fly in the canyon at night because its so dark it's hard to see the mountains. With how badly Sal was, Doc ran out to start the chopper and I just had a feeling I should drive her. I don't think I even told Doc I was driving her, but after Michele had described how to get to the hospital in Idaho Falls, we left in the car.

We made it to the hospital with a crew waiting for us as Doc had called ahead and told them we were coming. Five minutes after we got there, our beautiful Navy Louise was born. Everything about that night was a miracle, there were so many, including my baby blue who is 15 today, the 4th of July.

We have always told her the fireworks are for her-I hope she never stops believing that. Happy Birthday to the most stunningly beautiful, funny, witty, kind hearted, hard working girl in the world. I hope you know that I would do anything to be with you today and hold you while we watch all those birthday fireworks with you-you are a miracle.

We were called out to a small 60 acre fire this past week that was located in Glenwood Springs-about 40 miles from Rifle. We were able to lead the initial attack on the fire and I'm proud to say that we played a huge part in containing the fire. We helped protect and save homes, land, and forests. We were able to camp under the stars (no tents) for the 3 nights we were on the fire. I was overwhelmed laying on my back and seeing the majesty of our universe. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the miracles that surrounded me-the stars, the mountains, and somehow camping while in prison, making the fire team, the best wife and kids ever, our families and amazing friends, supportive business partners and all of you who support us by reading this blog.

I am overwhelmed by the miracles that have happened to me since being here. Some of them I've shared with you-others are far too personal to talk about in the wrong setting.

One of my favorite scriptures in the Bible is when Paul is speaking to the Philippians (4:11-13)

11-Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

12-I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.

13- I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

I have started to see that when I take the time to consider all that I have to be grateful for, I am overwhelmed with the miracles in my life. When I get pre-occupied with my trials, mistakes, current address, I get lost in my own despair.

I hope that we can all take a moment to consider the miracles in our life-every year on July 4th, I am reminded of two of my favorite miracles-my little Navy and the little lot of land we live on often referred to as the, "Land of the free and home of the Brave."

Happy Birthday baby blue, I will be thinking of you extra today, I'd give anything to be there celebrating you. Love you baby girl, Love Dad

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