He said, “Up until last week, I still had it all. I had plenty to eat, my clothes were washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had TV and Internet, and I went to the gym, the pool, and the library. I was working on my MBA on-line. I had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical coverage.”

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I felt sorry for him, so I asked, “What happened? Drugs? Alcohol? Divorce?”

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“Oh no, nothing like that,” he said. “No, no…. I was paroled.

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