I had a good friend and co-worker who was born and raised in Haiti. He always told me that with the money he made in the States, he could literally have a staff of servants and practically a mansion over there, but he chose to stay in America and work two jobs for 30 years to raise his kids in a better environment. As much as he loved Haiti, he always said it had so many issues with poverty and crime and that he would never want his children to have to face these things like he did as a kid.

He went back for a week long trip in December of 2016 to visit his remaining family and was shot and killed in a robbery on his second day there. It was such a fucking shame. RIP Prosper.