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

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¿Quién Sabe?71tortured, <strong>in</strong>terrogated, or both was still very much on all our m<strong>in</strong>ds,and we all agreed that <strong>the</strong>re were l<strong>in</strong>es we simply would not cross.These l<strong>in</strong>es had become apparent to us a few days earlier as we wereclimb<strong>in</strong>g down from <strong>the</strong> airplane. We were negotiat<strong>in</strong>g steep terra<strong>in</strong>,and we noticed that one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> FARC, a slight, delicate woman whocould not have been more than sixteen or seventeen, was look<strong>in</strong>g verypale. She wobbled on for a few hours <strong>in</strong> that state. Suddenly she passedout. Her compatriots just stood around star<strong>in</strong>g at her, and <strong>the</strong> three <strong>of</strong>us stepped through <strong>the</strong> circle <strong>of</strong> gawkers.Look<strong>in</strong>g at her on <strong>the</strong> ground, we could see that she wasn’t sweat<strong>in</strong>g,which was sure sign <strong>of</strong> dehydration, or possibly even heatstroke.We decided that she needed to be cooled immediately. We took <strong>of</strong>f hershirt and loosened her pants to help circulate air around her as best wecould. We elevated her feet and gave her water. She had on <strong>the</strong> usualguerrilla rubber boots, so we pulled <strong>the</strong>m <strong>of</strong>f. That seemed to help. Listen<strong>in</strong>gto our suggestion, <strong>the</strong> FARC began to fan her. All those th<strong>in</strong>gswere do<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> trick, but <strong>the</strong>n she started shiver<strong>in</strong>g. Keith still had hisfleece jacket with him, so he gave it to her.In one sense we’d crossed a l<strong>in</strong>e. We’d helped one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> FARC bygiv<strong>in</strong>g this young girl aid and comfort. But we learned <strong>the</strong>n that <strong>the</strong>rewas ano<strong>the</strong>r l<strong>in</strong>e that we wouldn’t cross. Just because we were be<strong>in</strong>gtreated <strong>in</strong>humanely didn’t mean that we had to give up our humanity.All three <strong>of</strong> us had kids, and both Marc and Keith commented at <strong>the</strong>time that <strong>the</strong>y were th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir daughters, who were respectivelyn<strong>in</strong>e and fourteen at <strong>the</strong> time. Look<strong>in</strong>g at this girl was a lot like look<strong>in</strong>gat <strong>the</strong>ir own children. How could <strong>the</strong>y have walked away? How couldany <strong>of</strong> us not do <strong>the</strong> right th<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>the</strong> th<strong>in</strong>g we would have wanted for usor our own children?Very early on, Keith said to us that <strong>the</strong>re was <strong>the</strong> right th<strong>in</strong>g to doand <strong>the</strong>re was <strong>the</strong> wrong th<strong>in</strong>g to do. There was <strong>the</strong> easy th<strong>in</strong>g to doand <strong>the</strong> hard th<strong>in</strong>g to do. We had to do <strong>the</strong> hard right th<strong>in</strong>g, as much

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