Right alongside Highway 175 on the eastern edge of Seagoville, TX, there is a federal penitentiary. Low security, nothing like the prisons in Huntsville and certainly no Alcatraz. Yet it's still rather imposing, with guard towers and fences topped by concertina wire that could shred anyone stupid enough to try scaling out.
By one of the entrances to the prison, near the entrance to a park, used to be a sign: "Welcome to Seagoville, Land of Opportunity!"
The last time I drove through the town, I was disappointed to see the longstanding sign was gone, replaced by a generic one. I always found the old sign a great reminder that meeting any challenge can depend on one's perspective.