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

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Reunited 341Shane, however, had gone silent. I relied on my faith and told myselfthat whatever was meant to happen had happened. I didn’t want to believethat Shane had moved on, but <strong>the</strong>re was little evidence to <strong>the</strong> contrary.Keith and I discussed <strong>the</strong> issue endlessly, and I came to <strong>the</strong> conclusionthat I was essentially a s<strong>in</strong>gle man aga<strong>in</strong>. I was still determ<strong>in</strong>edto be a good fa<strong>the</strong>r to Dest<strong>in</strong>ey, Cody, and Joey, but I couldn’t hide from<strong>the</strong> truth anymore: My wife had taken her life <strong>in</strong> a new direction.Over <strong>the</strong> last three years <strong>in</strong> captivity, I’d been good about follow<strong>in</strong>g<strong>the</strong> plan to reform my life that I’d set <strong>in</strong>to motion all <strong>the</strong> way back at <strong>the</strong>New Camp. Com<strong>in</strong>g to terms with my relationship with Shane seemeda necessary step <strong>in</strong> that plan. I couldn’t live with illusions <strong>of</strong> any k<strong>in</strong>d.In keep<strong>in</strong>g with this, I also had to confront <strong>the</strong> prejudices that I’d developed<strong>in</strong> camp. The nights that Ingrid and I had spent listen<strong>in</strong>g to<strong>the</strong> radio toge<strong>the</strong>r had opened my eyes to <strong>the</strong> way that I’d rushed tojudgment on her. My <strong>in</strong>itial impression had been pretty presumptuous,and I wanted to be open to <strong>the</strong> possibility that <strong>the</strong>re was more toher than I’d thought.Because Ingrid had basically been <strong>in</strong> isolation s<strong>in</strong>ce we arrived at <strong>the</strong>Reunion Camp, I hadn’t been able to give her a second chance. I wantedto believe that <strong>the</strong> person I’d shared <strong>the</strong> radio with, <strong>the</strong> woman who’dcomforted me when I’d seen <strong>the</strong> video <strong>of</strong> Shane, was <strong>the</strong> real Ingrid.In some ways, I needed to believe that people were good-hearted butoccasionally did bad th<strong>in</strong>gs. That’s what I’d concluded about my wife,and if I could feel that way about someone I’d known for almost twentyyears, I could do it for someone I’d only spent a few months with.A few days after we built <strong>the</strong> volleyball court, I decided to deal withthis issue directly, and I approached Enrique.“I want to be able to speak to whoever I want to speak to. None <strong>of</strong>us like hav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>se restrictions placed on us. It’s just go<strong>in</strong>g to causeproblems for us all.”Enrique shook his head and issued <strong>the</strong> no-surprise response. “I’ve receivedorders that <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r prisoners not be allowed to speak with her.”

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