. Most of my childhood friends weren’t so lucky. Many died young and some have been in and out of prison, fighting addiction. I reached out in my twenties to a close friend who is in prison and we are still in touch, I know I am the only constant person in his life. Hearing Mr. Moore’s story of the other Wes Moore, I understood his need to reach out to someone with the same name, who may have been himself. You look at that other person and feel the fear of what could have been mirrored back at you. The other part feels sad, because you know that one hand reaching out or one turn in another direction and they could have been you.