It was the bright clear day of Saturday when the helicopter of my escape arrived on the small island. What was I exactly running from? I was just so sick of how evil the world turned and the ideals which it thrust upon every human soul. My depression and the evils of the world drove me to this island to find myself. This island is known as Alcatraz, located east of the Philippines. I thought …showed first 75 words of 1745 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1745 total…did not. I saw the same bed with clothes hanging over the edge, the same television and computer. There was a change in the room though and that was me. I felt like a changed person. I was so disgusted with humanity that I tried to run from it thinking that the petty crimes of everyday would go unpunished. I now see that I was wrong. As long as there is god there is justice.