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

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318 OUT OF CAPTIVITYtime, you have to rely on so many o<strong>the</strong>r people to keep you safe andalive. I had Marc and Tom, and I knew that <strong>the</strong>y needed me <strong>in</strong> someways, but <strong>the</strong> truth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> matter was that if I was somehow no longer<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir picture, <strong>the</strong>y were go<strong>in</strong>g to be f<strong>in</strong>e. I took comfort <strong>in</strong> know<strong>in</strong>gthis, but I also liked <strong>the</strong> idea that someone needed me. Kyle and Laurenwere always on my m<strong>in</strong>d, and I knew I wanted to get back to <strong>the</strong>m,but by September <strong>of</strong> 2007, I wasn’t sure just how much <strong>the</strong>y neededme. They were twelve and seventeen; I’d been fourteen when I lost mymom. I knew it wasn’t easy to lose a parent at any age, but I believed<strong>the</strong>y’d be okay.With Patricia and <strong>the</strong> tw<strong>in</strong>s, I wasn’t as certa<strong>in</strong>. Colombia was a prettyvolatile place. Their mo<strong>the</strong>r was, at least when I was with her, a flightattendant. That meant she was go<strong>in</strong>g to be gone a lot. I didn’t know howher family was go<strong>in</strong>g to react to her giv<strong>in</strong>g birth to half-gr<strong>in</strong>go kids out<strong>of</strong> wedlock. I didn’t know what <strong>the</strong>ir lives were go<strong>in</strong>g to be like once <strong>the</strong>ygot to be school age. I knew all too well from my youth that <strong>the</strong>re wereasses out <strong>the</strong>re who would give <strong>the</strong>m all flavors <strong>of</strong> grief for be<strong>in</strong>g bastards.As antiquated as that idea might have been <strong>in</strong> most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> U.S.,Colombia was a fairly conservative place when it came to such matters.Still, <strong>the</strong> irony that Patricia, a woman I’d parted on angry terms with,was stay<strong>in</strong>g loyal wasn’t lost on me. It was just hard for me to believethat she genu<strong>in</strong>ely cared for me when my own fiancée wasn’t evenpick<strong>in</strong>g up <strong>the</strong> phone to send messages. The fact that Patricia seemedto be devoted to me meant someth<strong>in</strong>g, but what it would mean when Igot out was anybody’s guess.“I just hope it’s not about <strong>the</strong> money,” I confided to Marc one dayafter Juan Carlos told me about Patricia’s messages. “I told Patricia I’dbe <strong>the</strong>re for <strong>the</strong> kids. She doesn’t need to do this for money.”“Who cares about her motives? It’s pretty admirable for her to hang<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>re,” Marc po<strong>in</strong>ted out. I thought about his words for a m<strong>in</strong>ute,and I thought about <strong>the</strong> fact that Marc’s own wife hadn’t been send<strong>in</strong>gmessages.

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