Christmas in Prison – Inmates remembered or forgotten? Second Chances book Excerpt by Chuck Gallagher

December 15, 2010

Today I shipped a copy of my new book SECOND CHANCES to an inmate in prison.  Seems that someone cared enough about this man to want to send him a Christmas present – the gift of potential – the gift of how to turn Adversity into Opportunity – the gift of how to change your life.

As I packaged the book for shipment, it caused me to reflect on my first (and thank God only) Christmas in prison.  It’s been 15 years now and yet I can vividly remember that time and the strong emotions I was feeling as Christmas approached.  All to often we can get caught up in the wrongs that folks have done (and, yes I was a wrong-doer) and we lose track of the tragedy that all face when dealing with the consequences of the choices we make.  Here in 2010 Bernie Madoff’s son Mark is just another example of the pain and brokenness that all who are associated with bad choices experience.

For those who cling to self-righteous judgment, allow me this moment to share my experience – to give my readers a brief glimpse or view into the inside of prison at Christmas…

SECOND CHANCES book excerpt:

On Christmas morning, my first and, as I thought, hopefully my last in prison, I lay in my bed feeling an aching in my chest. The pain was not from a physical ailment. Rather, the pain was an emotional ache that hurt to the very core of my soul, perhaps more deeply than any physical pain I ever experienced before. Although Christmas was my favorite time of year, this year it was the most painful time, and I was not alone in those thoughts. By this time, Buck and I had developed a close bond. Even he found Christmas morning difficult, and he had seen six of them come and go before I got there. I couldn’t imagine what that was like.

Five hundred men in this prison facility and on Christmas day, most of them would shed a tear. Being in prison doesn’t make anyone immune from pain and loss. On days like today, it magnifies the pain and loss. Just like them, as I lay motionless in my top bunk bed, I found myself thinking with tears streaming down my face. I cannot, to this day, say why the thought came to mind, but it made a powerful impression. It seemed that this “learning laboratory” had the tendency to teach at a rapid rate. At least, it did for me.

I recalled one evening, sometime back in the mid-eighties, standing in the checkout line at the grocery store I frequented in my former hometown. At that time, I was in my mid to late twenties and had a budding career. Now, I must admit, I thought that was an odd thing to recall on Christmas morning in prison, but this is what came to mind.  Looking back, there was clearly a reason.  The memory was crystal clear. I had walked into the store quickly to buy some steak and shrimp, having told my wife I would pick up some on my way home. We were to grill out that night, and I knew it would save her a trip. Little did I know that something so simple would provide such a profound lesson. Frankly, I had forgotten the experience until that day─Christmas morning in 1995.  As I entered the checkout line, the clerk, a female around my age, spoke to me.

“Chuck Gallagher. You’re Chuck Gallagher.”

“Yes.” Somewhat startled, I responded tentatively, realizing I had no idea who this person was and how she knew me. Here I was, standing in my suit, having just finished a workday at the office, and now I was being identified by a stranger at the grocery store.

“I’m Suzie,” she said, as if I should know her. I did catch her name as it was on the badge she wore on her grocery store smock. Even though she knew me, for the life of me, I had no clue who she was. Not only did I not know her name, but her face was also unfamiliar. While I tried not to show my unfamiliarity, my face must have given it away.

“We went to high school together,” she exclaimed, as if that should somehow jog my memory. “I read about you often in the paper. You seem to be doing so well.” Noticing my wedding ring, she then asked, “Do you have any children?”

“Yes, one,” I replied, smiling at her as I acknowledged her obvious warmth. I was just trying to be nice and carry on conversation, even though inside I just wanted to check out and move on. Then I asked what, in retrospect, was a dangerous question, “Do you?”

Little did I know that those simple two words would change the course of this unexpected visit.  With my question she responded, “Yes, three.” And with that, she stopped the process, even though we were in the express lane. She reached under the counter, removed her pocketbook, and proceeded to take out her wallet, wherein she had two pictures each for three children─and that was just the beginning.

Standing there, I could tell that the people in line were perturbed at her for the lengthy explanation and at me for even asking. Frankly, I wasn’t excited either. I didn’t remember her and I was just being nice. In reality, I just wanted to get out the door and get home. As she began to wind down, I knew not to ask any further questions.

“It’s so good to see you,” she said as she handed me the receipt for my purchases. “Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime.” I smiled and quickly walked away.

As I walked to the Mercedes I was then driving, I gloried in self-righteous thoughts. How important I was. She had read about me in the paper. I was ‘somebody.’ All of this time away from high school and the highest rung of the ladder she had aspired to was a check-out chick at the local grocery store. That thought was judgmental, ugly, and turned out to be profound.

Yet, on that Christmas day, 1995, as I lay on my top bunk, my thoughts drifted back to that incident. I couldn’t even remember her name, yet, in my mind’s eye, I vividly saw her with her family on this Christmas day.  No doubt she and her husband shared joy as their children squealed with delight over the meager gifts Santa left. Most of the time you can’t get kids out of bed, but on Christmas morning they won’t stay in bed. The joy and love you feel as a parent, seeing those tiny little eyes light up as they experience Christmas, is hard to describe. That feeling is one I ached to have there in prison on Christmas morning.  I imagined seeing her as she prepared their Christmas meal.  As their energy began to wane, she would hold her children in her arms and tell them that she loved them. As I lay there, I imagined her gently stroking their heads as they struggled to keep their eyes open, fearing they might miss something. Gently, they would fall asleep in her arms.

All those thoughts passed as I noticed the wetness of the pillow against my cheeks. She was home with her little ones. She was more of a “somebody” than I had ever dreamed of being. She was there, and I was in prison.

As the thought passed, I knew there were still choices to make. I could wallow in self-pity, or make a choice that would brighten my day and perhaps the day of others. A part of me longed to continue feeling sorry for myself, but I chose to move past it. With that, I got up and stood in the phone line. Most of the time there wasn’t a line for the pay phone, but today, Christmas day, there was a long one. So I waited.

I waited my turn in order to make a three-minute collect call to my children.  Hearing their voices on the phone, I choked back my emotion and with the most cheer I could muster I said, “Rob – Alex, Merry Christmas boys – this is Dad.”

15 years later my sons are grown men, yet I never forget the loss I felt the Christmas of 1995.  Christmas is not about the gifts, the carols, the outer trappings that merchants wish to lure you in with.  Rather, Christmas is about sharing the deep and abiding love of God that is indwelling in each of us with others.  So where ever you are, what ever you do, make sure to take some time to reflect on who is important in your life and how you can bring love and light to them – even if it’s in the darkest of prisons.

Prison Inmate Presentation – Looking into Eyes seeking Hope! Comments by business ethics and fraud prevention expert Chuck Gallagher

March 22, 2010

February 23, 2010.  As I walked up to the main area where visitors are received at the prison, it occurred to me that some 15 years ago I was in prison.  What a reality check!

Now, for the first time, I was returning – just this time it was in a different role.  Fifteen years ago, I was an inmate and almost to the day fifteen years ago, I was taking my first steps out of prison to speak to students at a local school about choices and consequences – about what choices I made that got me into prison.  On this day, some fifteen years later, I was speaking to inmates, having successfully navigated surviving and thriving following prison, about choices and consequences – specifically how to succeed in life following incarceration.

And, as I write this I have the sneaking suspicion that some of you – haven’t looked closely enough at my background and will find surprise in my open revelation.  To me this is nothing new.  I haven’t hidden my past.  If you are open about who you are then those who would attack you are denied the ammunition.  But, more important than my past is the fact that I am not defined by it either.  I cannot change the fact that I am a convicted felon, but that label does not define who I am and the value that I bring to my family and society.

But this blog is not about me…rather it’s about what I saw when I looked into the eyes of those prisoners on February 23rd.

WHAT’S NEXT?  I remember asking that question…time after time.  As I took those first 23 steps into federal prison I knew that my life had changed.  This new environment was something I was unfamiliar with – a foreign experience and for sure something I was unprepared for.  I couldn’t go to Barnes and Noble and read “Prison for Dummies.”  Although, I’ve thought of that since 9 out of 100 Americans will be incarcerated at some point in their lives.  (Sad statistic).

Prison is a different world.  The rules are unique and one must adapt to this new society or face problems that most would want to avoid.  It’s not like the movies, at least not in every way.  Likewise, especially minimum security prisons are not “club fed” either…just ask anyone who’s been there.  Life is different and the adaptable survive.

OVER TIME…you become accustom to your new world…the world in which you work each day for 12 cents an hour.  This world knows you as a number, not a person, and all effort is practically made to strip you of your identity.  Bernie Madoff is no more important than John Doe…in fact, celebrity might work against you.

I tried in every way to keep a portion of who I was, but 2 steps forward were met with a push of 5 steps back.  The sooner you accept your number and learn to blend the easier it becomes to survive.  And, if you are cursed with a long sentence, then prison becomes a way of life.  If I’ve ever seen anything that creates an entitlement mentality – prison does.   It’s a bit like being stuck in a boarding school for a long period of time, you eventually think that life is what you are currently experiencing and forget that another “civilized” world exists out there somewhere.

NEARING THE END – But then you begin to see that the end of your sentence is approaching and again you wonder “what next?”  Actually, for most inmates, that end “What’s next” question is the scariest one.  Think about it…for “X” number of months or years this has been your life.  You have not had to be concerned with where you would sleep, what you would eat, how you would get medical care, or where you would work.  All of those questions were conveniently  answered for you.  After all you were the ward of the federal government or state…under their care and direction.  Now, however, you’re facing a new day…a day when those questions have to be answered by YOU!

THE PRESENTATION: As I stood there, facing a group of inmates for the first time since I was released, I knew as I looked into their eyes what they needed.  They needed HOPE!  They needed the reassurance that they could make it on their own, that they were not destined to be a repeat statistic.


  • Regardless of what they or anyone might say, the choices they made got them there.  The sooner we learn to accept that we are truly the masters of our fate – good or bad, the quicker we learn to apply those “master” skills to empower ourselves to achieve our dreams.
  • Life in prison (while truly a different experience and one that must be adapted to) is not normal and we must not forget that we are responsible for our own well being.  No one is responsible for us – and for some that is a hard lesson.
  • Yes…when you get out you will still be a convicted felon and many people will look down on your for that label.  The question is not what you have been but rather what you elect to be.  As a wise man once said to me, “Son, you’ve made a terrible mistate, but YOU ARE NOT A MISTAKE!  The choices you make today will define your life in the future and the legacy you leave for your two children. MAKE THOSE CHOICES WISELY!”
  • But, Chuck, finding work will be hard.  Yea…that’s right, but they key is to do what other people are unwilling to do.  Have you ever wondered what makes folks born outside of this country so successful?  They see opportunity where others don’t.  So think about the most “unsexy” jobs that most folks don’t want to do and do them.  You can become rich in “garbage!”
  • Last, but certainly not least, believe in yourself.  Every human being, regardless of circumstance, has the power to move in the direction of your dreams.  In fact, there is a song by that title sung by Michael Gott.  I would highly suggest that you look it up on itunes…but it for 99 cents and listen.  What an inspiration!

It was my honor to speak to those inmates and I hope that other opportunities like that present themselves.  While speaking to a paying audience is wonderful, my “pay it forward” is addressing inmates and as I look into their eyes seeking hope – I hope that I fill their hearts with the knowing that they, too, can find joy beyond prison walls.

Prison, White Collar Crime and the Aftermath for Families – A Must Read For Those Facing Prison for White Collar Crime

April 13, 2008

Let’s say you have convicted and await sentencing or perhaps have been sentenced. You understand that you will be facing time, perhaps substantial time, in prison. Your life will never be the same. But just as important, if not more important, neither will the lives of those who, through family or choice, are connected to you

First, as an inmate, you will find your new environment much different than the world you came from. More than likely, in their past, you lived a life of intensity. To clarify, “intensity” doesn’t denote good or bad, rather “intensity” means that it was anything but common. Regardless of the reason, the choices you made are choices that will have profound and far-reaching consequences.

Years past, somehow whether you are willing to accept it or not, in your own way, you were in the midst of choices that earned you a prison sentence. You did not elect to obey the law. Perhaps funds, which should have been sent to the IRS were diverted and used in a manner that was inappropriate. Perhaps, you participated in some form of mortgage fraud. Perhaps, you embezzled money. Whatever the crime, we as readers may never know. The question, however, beyond your fate as you prepare to go into prison, is what will happen to those who are left behind in freedom?

Those, who may be connected to you are free to speak and often are quick to point fingers as they find themselves embroiled in their own set of consequences – consequences which are tied either directly or indirectly to what You did. They have their own set of questions, emotions and needs and often find that You are now – no longer – able to be there to help. They are left to figure out how to survive in this new world – a world they surely would not have consciously wanted.

Often some of the first questions are, “What was their motive?” Again, we may never know. Each convicted felon, more than likely, was making choices for different reasons. Over the years I have observed many who made choices defined as white collar crime and who found themselves convicted. The magnitude of the crime is generally irrelevant. The motive behind the crime varies, but the bottom line is it becomes lying and theft in its purest form.

Do you suppose that any of these, now convicted felons, some well educated, would have ever said, “I can’t wait to grow up to become a liar and a thief.” Not a chance would be my guess. Certainly, I had no concept that I would ever utter those words. Yet, much like many who read this, there came a point when I had to face my partners, my family and sadly, and most importantly, my wife and speak those words. That was the saddest day of my life. I am labeled a convicted felon because of the choices I made.

Much like those who are convicted or their families who read, I made choices that I never expected would have the consequences they had. No one would have ever picked me out of a high school yearbook as most likely to be in prison! Yet, 13 short years ago I was facing prison. Unlike some, I was allowed to self-report. Many are not given that privilege and hence find the process more difficult do to immediate incarceration with no bond.

As some background, I grew up in a single parent home as my father died of diabetic complications when I was two. My mother did not have a high school degree, so there were only certain jobs that she could do with little education. Yet, she was a great mother, full of love and encouragement. I recall many times she told me, “Son, do not be concerned with our station in life. Get a good education and know that – YOU CAN BE SOMEBODY.”

I never forgot those words – “You can be somebody.” I took them to heart. While we didn’t have much money, we always seemed to have our needs met. In high school I recall living in what today would be called “the projects.” Most of the people there saw it as a one-way ticket to nowhere. I, on the other hand, never saw the limitation. It was a place to live. If I wanted to be “somebody” I could and never felt the limitation of poverty. Perhaps, though, those years had more of an effect than I have given them credit. Perhaps.

After college and a master’s degree, my career blossomed, much like I suspect that the careers of many who have been convicted of white collar crime. I suspect that all were well respected by their families and those who were around them. They, like I, had the trappings of success – position, influence, power and money.

Interestingly enough, I have found that most people who come into success find it comforting and pleasurable to share their success. Helping out those less fortunate whether family or friends can provide immense satisfaction. Speaking from personal experience, not only was doing good positive, but it boosted my ego – I felt more a “somebody” when I was able to share the wealth. And, mind you, those who received were pleased with the generosity spread their way. Of course, in my case, much of the new found success was shared with close family. Improving their lives provided joy and subconsciously bolstered my ego as I was perceived as more a “somebody.”

Speaking candidly never did anyone whom I helped, have a clue that my generosity was from ill-gotten means. I recall on instance where my mother-in-law was confronted by one of her dear friends who questioned my rapid success. They suggested that something was wrong. They were right. Yet, the nature of people is to believe in their best, and my mother-in-law believed in me. To an independent observer it was clear that something was amiss, as most people don’t have such a meteoritic rise. Yet, my mother-in-law, a recipient of my generosity, was too close to the situation to have a clue. She defended me – to some extent at the cost of her friendship with the other person.

Years later, I was faced with admitting I was a liar and thief. The friend was right and to her credit never rubbed it in the face of my mother-in-law. Both were saddened by my choices and how I disappointed those who surrounded me. In the end, my mother-in-law became my ex-mother-in-law as my wife could not bring herself to stay in the marriage. Once trust is broken it is hard – and sometimes impossible – to rebuild.

Not to dismiss my last comment, it is not unusual to find that marriages fail when substantial trust is broken. Not only does the spouse, especially if they are clueless about the crime, find him or herself violated because of broken trust, but everyone changes when faced with the pressure of prosecution and especially incarceration. Prison changes people. Rarely does a person enter prison and come out the same person. Prison can be a place for introspection, as it was for me, but there are personal changes that one faces. While the spouse is faced with life in many different ways, the inmate is different upon exit and often those changes are catalysts for the failure of the marriage. In my case it was trust or lack thereof.

What happened after it became public – my crimes that is? First, beyond the legal issues, which resulted in prison – enough said, my family and I had to deal with the aftermath. This is where those connected to you who read are today. My close family was angry with me, but more importantly they wanted to find someone to blame. It had to be someone’s fault. My mother wanted to blame my wife. After all she thought, if she hadn’t had the need for such an extravagant lifestyle I wouldn’t have been “forced” to make the choices I made. My mother-in-law wanted to blame my mother for a poor upbringing and my partners in my former accounting firm. In her mind, they should have known better than to let me get by with the theft…and they should have paid me more. I recall her saying, “Surely they could have just paid it off and swept it under the table.” And, my wife blamed anyone she could point a finger at.

My wife was mostly concerned with what other people would think. How would she be perceived? It’s obvious that the one committing the fraud paints those around him or her with a broad brush of guilt. She didn’t want people to think that she condoned my actions. She didn’t want people to accuse her of contributing in any way to what I did. I embarrassed her as my choices – now public – changed out status in the community and social status is important to some people. It was to me at the time, although when I had to come clean (mind you it wasn’t by choice) status was the least of my concerns. Then it was survival.

In former blogs on this subject it is crystal clear that the pain associated with the criminal choices made by white collar criminals as is expressed through the comments made by others. But a word of caution, when you point the finger at someone else, notice – THREE ARE POINTING BACK AT YOU. I say that so that perhaps, in a moment of quiet, you might reflect on how you truly feel and what you could have done to prevent this unfortunate outcome. Mind you, NO ONE, other than you had complete control. It was your choice(s), made many years ago, that brought you to where you are today. You made them and you will ultimately pay the supreme price.

So where from here? That, to those who read this, is the best question of all. First, it takes time to heal and healing only comes to those who want it. For years there are those who hang on to “victim hood” like it is a badge hard fought and earned and never find healing. Many who have read the former blogs have expressed themselves with little kindness. I understand. Expression of anger is a process and begins healing; yet, it also fosters more hurt, which requires more healing. Consider what you say, whom you blame, and why blaming someone is necessary. All, who are interested, have suffered. Suffering will stop when you elect to see reality for what it is and move on.

Second, it’s impossible to move forward with out accepting responsibility. Today, while I acknowledge that I am a convicted felon, I live a happy and fulfilled life. The title “convicted felon” is meaningless to me. It holds no value. I am the result of the choices that I make daily. I become “somebody” when I recognized that being somebody is not a reflection of the cars I drove, the home I lived in or the position I had. Being “somebody” was a function of the lives I touched while here on this earth. We each come to earth for a reason. Through a series of bad choices I found mine and am better for the experiences I have had.

But, back to accepting responsibility, if you are connected to the white collar criminal then you, too, will likely learn to accept the responsibility you have had in the drama that has unfolded. As an example, my ex-mother-in-law did. She came to understand, that while she did nothing wrong, she expected a great deal from me and, while the choices were MINE, she contributed to the pressure I felt. In no way was it her fault. Yet, hindsight being 20/20, she later told me that she wished that she had never accepted the gifts (of sorts) that I lavished on her. She stated with tears in her eyes, that she loved me just the way I was and that the money she received was meaningless in comparison to the pain she felt when I drove away on a Sunday from my former home to report to prison. Her heart ached for years.

Even my ex-wife (a person with whom I have an excellent relationship today) has learned that status isn’t everything. Those friends she had years ago – her true friends – stuck by her side and are there today. Likewise, those who bolted were never true friends anyway. Today, she is well respected for who she is, for the work she does as an educator and for the excellent job she has done in rearing our children. She has earned respect far beyond what any amount of money could have ever provided. She, today, is loved for who she is, not what she has.

Lastly, and most importantly, healing comes through forgiveness. The word “forgiveness” is easy to say and hard to do. In my life, many have forgiven me. I have, in order to earn that, made myself easy to forgive. I have opened my life – bore my soul – and exposed my weaknesses, believing that God’s purpose would somehow shine through my ego and become worthwhile and apparent to others. I found that as long as I fought – trying to make myself right – I blocked the healing power of forgiveness. But beyond me, I found that those who forgave found healing in themselves. They were able to let go of their anger, resentments and victim mentality. The power that forgiveness brings is incredible.

As I close, while my ego would like to slap the hands of those who make hurtful comments, I understand that the experience that each of you are going through. Yes, they may be the ones who will face years in prison, but those who have been touched by them – either directly or indirectly – are dealing with their own issues and demons.

Let me say – the road ahead will not be easy. You will likely have a prison sentence and, the longer it is the more likely the substantial change. You will likely feel isolated, alone, hurt and in pain. Holidays won’t be the same and to many your presence will be missed. Most will find that your lifestyles may change – that’s to be expected. That, in and of itself, isn’t easy. Further, many will find it strange to talk to you, as they will only be allowed to make collect calls. And, it’s possible that your final place of incarceration won’t be near, making visits difficult. The game has changed and all will have to learn to adapt. But, this is a process and healing is possible.

The choices you make today, and tomorrow and the next day, are the choices that will shape your life in the future. Every choice has a consequence and YOU control, by your choices, the future life you live. Make your choices wisely and know that, just like mama said, “You can be somebody!”

As a former white collar criminal I consult with those convicted and their families in order to help them understand what to expect and how to cope with this new found life experience. Change found through conviction and incarceration is a life experience that most have no way to prepare for and no resources to help with. Having been through the process and succeeded on the other side, I work with individuals, families and groups to help understand, (1) the process, (2) what to expect and (3) methods of coping so that the outcome can yield positive results.

For information on how I might be able to help you or your family, feel free to contact me at

Incarceration Rate Winner? United States – We Incarcerate 1 in 100 Citizens! Is That Something to be Proud Of

February 28, 2008

One out of every 100 U. S. adults is in jail or prison. That is a startling statistic and not something to be proud of – in fact, it’s down right embarrassing.


According to the Pew Report, cited here, (The Pew Charitable Trusts applies the power of knowledge to solve today’s most challenging problems. Pew’s Center on the States identifies and advances effective policy approaches to critical issues facing states) Three decades of growth in America’s prison population has quietly nudged the nation across a sobering threshold: for the first time, more than one in every 100 adults is now confined in an American jail or prison.

As startling as the one in one hundred statistic is – these next facts are shocking and deserve the attention of our society at large.

For some groups, the incarceration numbers are especially startling. While one in 30 men between the ages of 20 and 34 is behind bars, for black males in that age group the figure is one in nine. Gender adds another dimension to the picture. Men still are roughly 10 times more likely to be in jail or
prison, but the female population is burgeoning at a far brisker pace.

As a white collar crime speaker, and one who is part of the statistic above (as I’ve been incarcerated), I understand that every choice has a consequence. Likewise, I do believe that you reap what you sow. However, there are those whose crimes should warrant some form of alternative punishment rather than incarceration.

Prison is big business – make no mistake. In many areas the inmate population supports the governments infrastructure. In my case, I was an inmate at a minimum security facility located on an airforce base. We (the inmates) were used to perform tasks that otherwise would have either been contracted out to civilian employees or been done by airforce personnel themselves. We were effective cheap labor.

Lawmakers are learning that current prison growth is not driven primarily by a parallel increase in crime, or a corresponding surge in the population at large. Rather, it flows principally from a wave of policy choices that are sending more lawbreakers to prison and, through popular “three-strikes” measures and other sentencing enhancements, keeping them there longer.

While I do believe in punishment and deserved what I got – so I have no axe to grind here – it is true that “tough on crime” is politically popular. Can you really imagine any politician saying that prisons are overcrowded and costs each of us too much, so we need to have alternatives so that parole violators don’t go back. If that were said, they would not be elected.

There is much to be digested in the Pew report. I suggest you click on the link above ot read the entire report. Meanwhile, there will be more blog entries as the entirety of the report is covered.


  • What would you do to reduce the inmate population in the US?
  • Since 1 in 100 Americans are incarcerated, what example can you provide in response to this report, that shows a person who should not have been incarcerated?

Mike Tyson – In the “Pink”

November 20, 2007

prison1.jpgEvery choice has a consequence.  Some consequences are significant and life changing and some – well some just make you stop and think. 

Today Mike Tyson reported to the Maricopa County jail system to serve a one-day sentence for a DUI conviction (other wise known as Tent City).

Now most folks know that Mike Tyson has known his share of trouble from the choices he has made.  It seems that he’s a bit hard headed about what it takes to turn his life around. 

This particular facility is nationally famous for it’s treatment of prisoners.  Three things stand out:  (1) all inmates are fed a bologna sandwich for lunch; (2) inmates must wear black and white striped uniforms; and (3) all inmates must wear pink underwear.  That’s right – men or women inmates must wear pink underwear.

While iron Mike may be a tough guy…at least for one day in his life he will be reminded that every choice has a consequence.  Pink underwear may make no difference in the long run…I can promise that it’s something that he’ll never forget.

And…never forgetting is the theme of this blog.  The sooner we remember that every choice has a consequence the sooner we can create positive results and outcomes in our lives by the positive choices we make.

Any comments for “Iron Mike?”

Texas Motivational Speaker – Chuck Gallagher – signing off…