Two Moons. . .finally

Sometimes we are galvanized by little things - dew glistening on a new green leaf in the early morning sun, the baby reaching for our cheek and touching it ever so softly, a look shared between two people that recognizes all there is to know. Or in the case of the completed manuscript of Two Moons in Africa: a simple sentence about the disappointment of not publishing the book. Brent Swan read that line in my blog and got to work. After all, the story is his and his wife Barbara's; I am merely the teller of their tale. Less than two weeks ago Brent and Barbara signed a contract with a self publisher to finally put the thing in print for others to view. I've had the pleasure in those two weeks to read their story once again - and even though I am intimately familiar with the details of their story - I was bowled over by the magnitude of the journey these two have traveled since October 19, 1990 when Brent was captured by Angolan rebels in the jungle of Africa and held captive for sixty-one days. But it has been the two decades that followed that has brought the greatest amount of terrorism to their lives.

Tomorrow the Swans and I will finalize the book and send it to the publisher. Within a few months finally they will hold the story firmly in their hands and when they close the book on the final page perhaps they will feel an end to the pain and agony that has accompanied their lives for so long.

That is my greatest wish for them.