While working in the prison system, I always made a point to eat a hearty meal for lunch.  After all, it was free and you could eat all you wanted, if all you wanted could be eaten within twenty minutes.  I felt the free all-you-can-eat lunch was a dream come true. It was made special for me. There were fellows there who would sarcastically say that I would, "...eat everything but the bars on the windows..."  I would always get a chuckle out of that so they stopped.  Actually, they stopped saying many things in sarcasm because they were humorous to me.  Other remarks I would readily make funny just by giving the right response.  As hard as they tried, they just couldn't get me angry at them. Since I didn't intend to get into all that, I will proceed to what was one of my most memorable meals at the jail. First of all, I was quite aware that inmates, the adversaries to our profession, were cooking our food, so I was consistent in praying before I ate a meal. One day in, I believe 1985, they were serving their not-so-famous Jail-house Pork Bar-B-Q.  As I was eating, or should I say, inhaling my lunch, I bit into something hard which crunched. So what was this? As we have all done with fish bones, I used my tongue to separate the mystery ingredient from the rest of the food.  As I pushed it out of my mouth with my tongue, I removed it and discovered it was a sizable piece of glass.  Since it wasn't big enough to fit any of my windows at home, I figured that I would dispose of it. After I thought I'd removed it all, I swallowed the bulk of what remained.  Then, as I chewed the remnants I still heard a crunching of what sounded like more pieces of glass.  I removed all that I could. When I spoke with the doctor at the infirmary, he informed me that there should be no serious repercussions from the incident, although he was surprised that there were absolutely no cuts of any kind on my tongue, gums or throat. That is the protecting hand of God.  All the Glory goes to Him.