TO THE READER
Two men can stand in the same place and see two different worlds. One sees walls, bars, and hard men. The other sees beauty, and means it.
The difference between them is not the place. It is the seeing.
There was a man who had lost his freedom, his name, and very nearly everything else, and who could still look around a maximum security prison and call it wonderful. He was not pretending, and he was not broken. He simply saw what others could not.
Before you go further, ask yourself honestly what you would have seen, standing where he stood.
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