Hope is the magnetite, human life is the iron.
　　 Hope is the direct cause detonating the latent ability of life, the catalyst arousing the potential of life.
　　 Hope is not a bad thing. Owing a hope, all will be different, even if in a living hell in the world. The Shaw Shank Prison is such a right place. As Red said, "you've just come to the right place" when Andy pled of his innocence. Crime stretched out its dirty hands, unscrupulously there. There was the despicable prison governor who was seemingly sanctimonious; there was the brutal prison guard and an army of prisoners without colorful inside world. The subhuman torments could smash one's strong will. Many prisoners died here usuriously. If not Andy, everything would have past as before.
　　 Andy, a young financier, a typical person of outstanding talent, however, he was accused of murdering his wife and her fancy man, and then thrown into prison. Occasionally his talent as a financier played. Moreover he had held office in the prison library. All seemed to go well, but after all, it wasn't a fairy tale world in jail. Just shaken off the harassment of "the three sisters”, he involved in the whirlpool of helping the prison governor bleach the black money again!
　　 Andy was a man who knew the life well. Nineteen years time, under the window with iron grating, he faced calmly and unhurriedly. He enjoyed his wife until the death of the lovely guy---Tom.
　　 During letting in fresh air, he sauntered leisurely, bathing in the sun, just like walking in a park, or collected cobblestones. He believed fresh blood should be poured into the monotonous life from time to time. Raising money to substantiate the library, helping Tom with his study, he was never bored with that. Even in the dark prison, he never gave up. He maintained, hope was not a bad thing.
　　The only condition he helped Harry report taxes was to invite his "colleagues" to drink beer. He dared to challenge the authority. Playing the record by broadcast, to let the beautiful sound of singing flying in the air of the whole prison, he only wanted to relieve his former precious freedom, with a unique smile on his face, he always had a hope that to be free was possible.
　　 Eventually he managed to escape through the long and dirty sewer, towards freedom. All his dirtiness and crimes were washed away in the heavy rain. And his new life started.
　　 Different choice, different destiny. He had a hope, so he won friendship and others' respect, and became a free man at last. His story proved again: Hope was not a bad thing.