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  •  Same thing happened to me... (3+ / 0-)
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    It was 1974. My husband, small daughter and I got stranded in Bogota when my diaper bag was stolen and our passports and return airline tickets were lost.  Amazingly, we got our three passports back from the local aguacate a few days later, but we were on a downhill slide.  My husband owed money.  The return trip that he accepted by himself was aborted.  My toddler and I were put forward as acceptable substitutes and I was bought new clothes and duly loaded up as a mule.

    Now, I didn't WANT to do this, but it became the only way my little one and I were going to get back to the States.

    Sure enough, because my visa had expired, there was a $20 fee to be paid before I could leave (they waived the fee for my little one).  I was aghast! NO money, of course.  Standing there with the baby, my jaw hanging (I'm sure) and speechless...  but a lady behind me in line offered to pay it for me.  I had not gotten to the point of asking.

    Turned out to be a setup.

    Somehow I knew it.  It was a fine example of my understanding what my intuition was telling me, but taking it anyway.  It would also separate me from my husband, another thing I knew needed to happen.

    He got deported a few weeks later and showed up at the Dade County Jail asking for MY cigarettes!

    After nearly two years of Federal detention, I did finally get away from him...

    Courtesy is owed. Respect is earned. Love is given. (Unknown author, found in Guide to Texas Etiquette by Kinky Friedman)

    by marykmusic on Sat Sep 14, 2013 at 08:37:54 AM PDT

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