Driving through the heavily guarded gates, the guards had a stony look on their face as they took me to a visiting room. This horrendous smell overwhelmed my senses was I was buzzed in the room. As I was trying to keep an open mind, but I couldn’t help to wonder why Mrs. Rado would ever send me to jail to visit someone who was supposed to be my mentor. Since Elizabeth couldn’t make it to our meeting I didn’t know what to expect. This quiet, thin framed woman called out to me. Her hair was this sweet caramel color worn in a tightly made bun. She was dressed in highlighter orange and we sat at cafeteria style tables. She told me why she is on death row. Her story was sad she said, “Don’t be impulsive like I was even if you're doing it to protect
