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

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Homecom<strong>in</strong>g 447so much.” She kept repeat<strong>in</strong>g those words, and with each repetition,she held me tighter. When I was f<strong>in</strong>ally able to create a little bit <strong>of</strong>separation between us, I could see that <strong>the</strong> years I’d been gone had notbeen easy on her. I tried to tell myself that after not see<strong>in</strong>g someone formore than five years, <strong>the</strong>re were bound to be changes, but her worryand anxiety had physically punished her.“You know, Marc, we are <strong>in</strong> San Antonio—Sa<strong>in</strong>t Anthony. We prayto him when we lose th<strong>in</strong>gs so that he can help us f<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong>m. You’refound.”The follow<strong>in</strong>g day brought my long awaited reunion with my kids. Assoon as <strong>the</strong> door opened, Dest<strong>in</strong>ey ran <strong>in</strong>to my arms and I felt my heartjump up to greet her. The little girl I’d left beh<strong>in</strong>d had grown so much Icould barely believe it. Beneath <strong>the</strong> new hairstyle and makeup was stilla kid who’d missed her dad as much as I’d missed her. Throughout ourtwenty-m<strong>in</strong>ute meet<strong>in</strong>g, she clung to me.Dest<strong>in</strong>ey told me <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong> how she’d found out I had been takenhostage. Our bond had been so tight that when I was first abducted,Shane didn’t know how to break it to her. She told Dest<strong>in</strong>ey that I waswork<strong>in</strong>g all day long and was only able to call very late at night. (I usedto call home every s<strong>in</strong>gle day.) At first, Dest<strong>in</strong>ey didn’t understand, butas <strong>the</strong> days passed by without her talk<strong>in</strong>g to me, she began to miss memore and more. She was only n<strong>in</strong>e years old at <strong>the</strong> time. She was toldthat I was call<strong>in</strong>g late at night, so she started to stay awake, wait<strong>in</strong>g formy call. Each night she would stay awake later and later, wait<strong>in</strong>g for meto call, until she was up all night long. But I never called.Hear<strong>in</strong>g this account <strong>of</strong> her suffer<strong>in</strong>g filled me with an <strong>in</strong>tense andstra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g pa<strong>in</strong> that noth<strong>in</strong>g could alleviate. To be angry and hate <strong>the</strong>FARC didn’t help, to regret my decision to fly <strong>in</strong> Colombia didn’t help,to look to <strong>the</strong> future didn’t help, because none <strong>of</strong> those th<strong>in</strong>gs wouldtake Dest<strong>in</strong>ey’s suffer<strong>in</strong>g away. There were so many nights <strong>of</strong> my captivitywhen I prayed and gave thanks that it was me <strong>the</strong>re <strong>in</strong> that jungleand not anyone <strong>in</strong> my family. But hear<strong>in</strong>g Dest<strong>in</strong>ey speak, I realized

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