Marty was a small man, rather quiet and shy, with a huge heart. He was not at all the sort of person one would expect to meet behind the bars of a prison. But then, he hadn't been put there by the legal system; he had come by choice, to give of his gifts.
Every Thursday night for as long as anyone could remember, Marty had come to the prison gates with his guitar and his compassion. It had been quite terrifying for him the first few times he had entered. He wasn't sure how the prisoners would treat him; he was certain he could not defend himself if any of them got violent.
