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Do you ever feel like things are getting worse, that crime is increasing and that every day the crimes get more frequent and more brutal? Unfortunately, if that's what you're thinking, you're right.

Every year our prison population rises. The U.S. Bureau of Justice Statistics website stated that in 2004, there were 2,135,901 inmates in our Federal and State prisons, a 2.6% increase from 2003. It doesn't look like things are getting any better, but maybe that's just because the right things aren't being done about it.

Car Angel c/o Boat Angel Outreach Center is leading the charge to make a change in our prisons. Every year, Car Angel c/o Boat Angel Outreach Center releases a book into the prison population that inspires changes in its readers. Car Angel c/o Boat Angel Outreach Center believes that changes can be made if only more attention would be spent on reforming instead of just punishing.

Taxpayers spend nearly one hundred billion dollars on prisons every year and not even 1% of it goes to rehabilitating criminals. However, thanks to the efforts of Car Angel c/o Boat Angel Outreach Center and our charity partners, those same taxpayers save an estimated $160,000,000 a year from prisoners who have been changed through the reading of our books and do not return to their previous lives of crime.

Death Sentence is just one of many books we have released into the prisons. Read the excerpt below and feel the power behind the words. There are reasons why our books make such a difference. The world can become a better place, it just takes a little extra help and love.

An Excerpt from "Death Sentence" by Brian Stewart

He glanced nervously at the Pima Country Sheriff on the motorbike as he pulled out of the WENDY'S RESTAURANT. 'It didn't matter even if they arrested him and sent him back.' He thought. 'He would make the trip again and again. Nothing would keep him from America the land of opportunity.'

He glanced nervously at the Pima Country Sheriff on the motorbike as he pulled out of the WENDY'S RESTAURANT. 'It didn't matter even if they arrested him and sent him back.' He thought. 'He would make the trip again and again. Nothing would keep him from America the land of opportunity.'

The week he had left el Salvador had been an education he would never forget. He had survived. He had left El Salvador almost a week earlier with the eight hundred dollars his uncle in Denver had sent them and had earned a lifetime degree in survival of the fittest. He had promised his girl Luchita he would send for her. They would raise their family in America.

"Where are you going?" The ticket seller asked him at the small rural Greyhound station in Bisbee.

"Phoenix." Was all he could say. He didn't understand many words of English but he was confident he could get by with what little he knew. He slid over three crumpled up ten-dollar bills and took the ticket. He'd trained himself to go without food but he smelled the hot dogs cooking in the refreshment stand and walked over to get one. A Vietnam vet wearing an old army jacket and sporting a beard and dark shades bumped into him nearly knocking him over.

"Watch where you're going. " The vet said to him spitting out hatred like venom. "Why don't you wetbacks stay in your own country?"

Paco didn't understand the accented words but sensed hatred and steered clear. It was the first time he felt like an outsider and fear gripped him like a claw wrapping itself around his intestines. He found himself staring at the hotdogs roasting on the grill.

"Excuse me?" the lunch lady said. "Are you getting anything or just enjoying the view."

Paco could feel the sarcasm in the tone of her voice. He pointed to a hotdog and pulled out the few dollars he had left. He began to wonder if he ever should have left home. He'd seen hate before when he was young and the soldiers had come and killed an uncle and his grandfather. He thought America was going to be different. The lunch lady looked at him like his money was diseased and pushed the hot dog towards him. She said something else to him in English but he didn't understand. He chewed on it and sat down by the passenger gate. He stretched out every bite like it was to be his last.

The trip up to Phoenix was pretty uneventful. There were many people on the bus who were speaking Spanish and Paco moved over by a young man and struck up a conversation.

"Where are you going?" Paco asked. "My name is Paco I'm from El Salvador.'

The young fellow studied him. Paco could see he had teardrop tattoos on the sides of his eyes and letters tattooed on his knuckles.

"I'm going to Phoenix hermano. My name is Juan." He gave him a greeting that Paco didn't recognize his thumb and small finger extended. "You must be new to the States. I just got out of prison in Texas no way am I ever going back to Texas. Three long years man no women, no drugs, no booze what a drag. I'm going back to see some of my people in Phoenix and I'm going to get so high. What about you what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to look for a job." Paco stated feeling a bit uncomfortable wishing he'd kept to himself.

"You need a place to crash?" Juan asked. "We could probably put you up until you get settled in with a job. What do you do?"

"I worked on a ranch some in El Salvador, farm work mostly. I'll do anything. I'm goodwith my hands."

Juan's eyes lit up. "I think my friend can line up some work for you amigo. He's got a demolition and repossession business. He's always looking for somebody handy with tools."

In the pit of his stomach Paco felt something was wrong but he found himself answering automatically. "Sure I'll work."

"Don't sweat it. It'll be easy."

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