I was cruising on my quad along the North Shore on a blazing hot afternoon, right on the Waimea stretch where tourists and traffic pile up.
Not one for sitting in line, I wove around the cars, passing everyone, and I could just feel people smiling, genuinely happy for me.
All I could do was throw a shaka and nod to anyone I caught eyes with.
Every month, a physical envelope arrives at your door, postmarked from San Quentin Village, California. Inside, you will find original artwork, writing, and recipes from real contributors, along with a personal letter from me, Diane Kahn, founder of Humans of San Quentin, about the people who made them. You read it. You keep it.
Every piece comes from someone serving a sentence. Every piece reminds you they are so much more than that.
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