Inspired by the movie Shawshank Redemption

After seeing this movie a few weeks ago I have been contemplating Life Sentances. If people are sent to prison "for life" many of them actually are parolled and do not spend their entire lives in there. For example, someone who is sentance to life at the age of 18 in 1910 stays there for 60 years and is parolled in 1970, imagine what it would be like to be absent from society and the world for 60 years and to then try to re-enter society. During the time this person was in prision 2 Wars occured and the country socially changed enormously. In 1910 there were only a few cars that drove extemely slowly, whereas in the 70's they were bigger, faster, and common. So much change in the world can happen that it makes it so difficult for a man who was put in at 18 to then re enter the world in 1970, at 78. an old man re-entering the world, alone. All he knows is prision, he has lived almost his entire life being told when to do absolutly everything, when to eat, when to use the restroom, when to bathe. imagine after knowing nothing else being expected to survive. In the movie Shawshank redemption, when the elderly men are released they are lost and long to be back in prision, while it seems insane to a normal person like us that someone would wish or even "try" to go back to prision, it is all they know, it is there life and they dont know how to survive in the real world. The old men in the movie end up commiting suicide, before they are parolled however they try to do things to stay but they fail. Another way to prevent this, is the Death Pentalty. i strongly believe the death penalty should be practiced more. however, only for absolute first degree murder cases, and mass murderers especially.

Quote from the movie: (old man who was parolled wrote a letter to the guys back in prision): Brooks: [narrating] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer". And a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is he's okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun, an, an rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.