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Out of Captivity : Surviving 1,967 Days in the Colombian Jungle

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Settl<strong>in</strong>g In 129<strong>the</strong> tears started. My arm was still around his shoulders and it startedtwitch<strong>in</strong>g up and down with Marc’s heav<strong>in</strong>g shoulders. There was noth<strong>in</strong>gelse we could do or say at that po<strong>in</strong>t except sit <strong>the</strong>re with him.After a few m<strong>in</strong>utes, he told us that what <strong>the</strong> Frenchman had saidabout be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re for a long time had just leveled him. He’d also had adream that night. He was with his fa<strong>the</strong>r and Dest<strong>in</strong>ey. Dest<strong>in</strong>ey was <strong>in</strong>his lap and Marc was look<strong>in</strong>g at her braids. He said it was so real. Hecould smell <strong>the</strong> Johnson’s baby shampoo <strong>in</strong> her hair, see where eachstrand <strong>of</strong> hair was knotted <strong>in</strong> her braids. And that was when he wokeup. He wasn’t with his daughter; <strong>in</strong>stead he was <strong>in</strong> a box <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> jungle<strong>in</strong> Colombia.We stayed with Marc as long as we could before <strong>the</strong> guards pushedus out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>re.A night or two later, <strong>the</strong> three <strong>of</strong> us were stand<strong>in</strong>g at a spot <strong>in</strong> ourclear<strong>in</strong>g where we could see through <strong>the</strong> trees. The guards would letus stand <strong>the</strong>re, and s<strong>in</strong>ce we were a pretty good distance from <strong>the</strong>ir station,<strong>the</strong>y couldn’t hear us if we whispered. We were all just check<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong> on one ano<strong>the</strong>r. I looked up, and <strong>the</strong> sun was go<strong>in</strong>g down, and Marcpo<strong>in</strong>ted to <strong>the</strong> sky. A bit <strong>of</strong> ra<strong>in</strong>bow was arc<strong>in</strong>g across <strong>the</strong> open<strong>in</strong>g.“Maybe it’s a sign,” Tom said.We’d all been look<strong>in</strong>g for signs and <strong>in</strong>dications just about everywhere;I supposed this one was as good as any. I looked at Marc, and Icould see he was deep <strong>in</strong> thought, whe<strong>the</strong>r it was about what Tom hadsaid or someth<strong>in</strong>g else I couldn’t say, but he seemed at peace. I wasn’tabout to step <strong>in</strong>to those calm waters and disturb <strong>the</strong>m. I just stood<strong>the</strong>re enjoy<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> moment <strong>of</strong> communion with <strong>the</strong>m.From <strong>the</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g, we developed a shorthand way <strong>of</strong> check<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>with one ano<strong>the</strong>r to see what mental state we were each <strong>in</strong> on any particularday. If you were <strong>in</strong> your bubble, that was a good th<strong>in</strong>g. You weresafe, secured, and protected. If you were out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bubble, you wereagitated and anxious. I liked <strong>the</strong> metaphor because I visualized it asa level—<strong>the</strong> tool a carpenter uses to measure if a board or an entire

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