"I'd been held captive for the past eight years. One night the door to my
cell opened and there, silhouetted against the dim light, stood a tall, thin
man. He strode over where I was tied and loosened my bonds. Without a word he
then traced a circle into the dirt wih the toe of his shoe. For a brief moment
we were just two Americans, cherishing the symbol of a bright new day. Then he
turned and vanished into the night. Outwardly, nothing had changed but now at
least there was hope. I rose, steadied myself and rolled up my sleeves. There
was work to be done..