by Jeff Ferris
One day, a prison warden was walking the corridors of his penitentiary. As he passed each cell block, the occupants inside boldly declared their innocence and demanded to be released.
Row after row, cell after cell, “I am innocent”, they all shouted.
At last, the warden came upon an inmate who was curled up on his bed, weeping. When the warden inquired as to what was wrong, the man confessed his crimes and blurted his sins. Through tears of grief, the prisoner expressed his anguish and sorrow for his countless offenses. “Are you telling me that you are truly guilty of the crimes for which you have been convicted?” asked the warden.
“Yes, sir, I am”, the man sobbed.
Immediately, the warden initiated the man’s release. “I don’t want him here corrupting all these innocent men”, he said. Though I believe it is simply a modern-day parable and nothing more, I remember hearing this story many years ago. It stayed with me ever since.
(I have written it as best as my recollection has allowed).
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