Long Lost Friend, Again

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I previously posted about a friend in another country that I had lost touch with. He’s an English teacher, from the UK but at the tie was working in Spain. I haven’t had any luck reconnecting with him, but looking over my past discussions and seeing that article reminded me of another long lost friend that I wish I could find. A few years back I took in my cousins teenage son who had been kicked out, and tried to show him what life can be like if you throw your future away but not going to school. Every week we went across the street to a soup kitchen, which was actually really nice and full of great people. One of the volunteers was a man who was in prison and been for the last 12 or more years in prison for something he did as a young, impressionable, and desperate, teenager. He was allowed out once a week to volunteer with this church because of his good behaviour, and that it obvious that he was actually a really good person. He made a mistake because of his life situation and was sentenced to life in prison. After so many years of good behaviour they finally reviewed his case and he was released. Unfortunately, he moved to Canada when he was four yaears old and the teams of his relese stated that he was to leave the country, so as a 31 year old man he returned to Trinidad. I don’t uderstand the logic in this situation at all. First of all, he was released due to the obvious fact that he was genuinely a good person who was in a really bad situation. Secondly, why release him due to good behaviour and volunteering at his local church if it means he has to leave behind the one thing has been his saving grace. Thirdly, why inprison someone with tax payers dollars if you have no intention of releasing them back into our society? The whole situation bothers me, especially because every week I would stay a little while after dinner to hang out with him. He was such a beautiful soul, and now I don’t know how to find him, plus I use a nickname on Facebook which means he wouldn’t know how to find me. To wrap it up, I guess my point of writing this is that I miss him.