The History Of Prisons

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I woke up to the loud thud of a police officer hitting the side of the rusty old white van we were sitting inside. I looked out the window and stared at the Helicoide, a frightening, spiral-shaped building cut into a mountainside where the headquarters of the Venezuelan political police reside. My mom tugged my arm abruptly as she dragged me out of the van and into the somber building, snapping me out of my momentary trance and back into reality. Fear began eating away at my stomach. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was killing me. As I walked inside, I could feel the walls of this dark and cold prison closing in on me, making it feel frightening like a morgue. The flickering lights deepened the shadows of the police officers as they…show more content…
One of my favorite books, Man’s Search for Meaning, author Victor E. Frankl says “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” These words resound in my head everyday. They remind me that positive thinking and a will to better oneself is all one needs to be free. I wake up everyday, thankful for being able to have my family with me. Thankful to be able to take care of my younger brother while my mom goes to college. Thankful to be able to see my father for more than just three hours every Saturday. Thankful for having the desire to keep bettering myself everyday.
As I embark in the next face of my academic career, I have chosen to cherish every opportunity that comes my way. I have decided to not take anything or anyone for granted because I realized that I will never fully understand what may come my way, and what social, economic, or political challenges I will have to face in the future. Growing up, I saw how my father constantly fought for those who didn’t have a voice. His fight against injustice stirred up a feeling inside me, an urge to help others by bringing justice to those who are disadvantaged but not in the form of any type of law enforcement, or even a masked vigilante. I have decided that the best way to do this is to pursue a career in law, in order to make sure that the “little guy” is not taken
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