It was an honest mistake. I had no intention of aiding
and abetting two criminals on the FBI's most-wanted
list. Nor of fanning the flames of political unrest in South
America. Nor of investing in a donkey-ride tour business
for sightseers in the jungles of Ecuador. Nor forgetting to
write in my "journal." But like Dad always says, we can't
change our past mistakes, only decide how to handle the
fallout. And boy, was there a fallout to think it all started
from one, little, insignificant, stupid decision. On the other
hand, Mom is always one for pointing out how we can
learn from our mistakes and boy, did I learn. If I hadn't
ended up in South America to learn about greed, I may
never have learned the Spanish word for redheads, what
a roasted Guinea pig looks like, or even how faith tends to
grow through trouble. You're probably wondering how this
is all related, and let me assure you it is, but it's kind of
confusing. Let me explain. . .
