There Is Hope, Notes From Thai Prison

There Is Hope. A Small, Sliver Of Hope, But, If The Police Are Intrested In Money For What Ever Reason, In This Case, There Is No Hope. I Will Age Here. I Will Get Sick Here. I Will Persist Here. I Will Spend Years Here.

Will I Get One, Precious, Beautiful Chance At Life, Just One Time? If So, Why Me, When So Many Others Here Did Not?
The Lesson I've Learned, The Potential I Have, The Friends I Have, The Love I Have, The Decision To Never Return Here Again And Live A Good Life, The Goodness In My Soul, And The Justice Or Chances I Do Or Do Not Deserve Dont Matter. I am The Same As Everyone Else. I am Not Special. Its Ramdom Chance. Destiny. Just As Much So As Whetter Or Not I die In Car Accident Or From Heart Attack The Day After Being Released.
I am At The Mercy Of The World.

I Would Love To Believe I Have Guardian Angel At My Side. To Believe The Friends, Acquaintances, Family, And Lover I Came To Know Over The Years, Culminating Into Today, Will Be Just Enough To Grant Me That Chance. But Such Hope Is For Fools Or Selfish Person. I am not Special. I am.

Carlos Augusto Lopes de Almeida