After reading about Ernest in my latest book, seeing a photo of him he sent me in his prison blues, and hearing how he'd spend nights as a child sleeping in a tree because it was the closest place to safety he could find, my mom felt a connection to him.
So, on his birthday, she asked me if she could send him a card, mailing it to his Virginia prison. She was worried about what to say, and kept it simple.
Still, he felt her intention. The next week, he wrote to me, "Your mother, who knows not much of me, has allowed me a place in her heart. I slept with her card under my pillow the night I got it. Because I felt her energy as I held her love in my hand. I wanted to rest with that. I felt protected by the prayer she sent with her vibration. I slept like a baby."