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...release is clearly helping to sell the book." The slim volume, the first document written by Betancourt, 46, about her captivity, is a coup for the New York City publisher. It contains a passionate foreword by Nobel Peace Prize laureate Elie Wiesel, who pleads, "In the name of her humanity, and of yours, I implore you to listen to this voice." It also contains a loving response from her son and daughter, who were electrified by the unexpected proof that their mother was still alive...
...deep sense of faith has also sustained her. "I am in communication with God, Jesus and the Virgin every day," she writes. Which is not to say that Betancourt did not suffer mightily. "Morning overcast, like my spirit," she opens. "My beloved and divine Mamita [her pet name for her mother] of my heart...Every day I pray to God to bless you, to care for you, protect you, and allow me the opportunity to one day indulge you in everything, to please you in everything, to have you like a queen close to me; since I cannot bear...
...enacts a favorite moment from a recent game--even though he lapses into baseball lingo (line drives and home runs) to describe the play. He lovingly describes the new cricket stadium he has built in Antigua, complete with an American-style hall of fame. He revels in dropping the names of Caribbean cricket stars he now counts as his friends. But his spending on Twenty20 is not just a rich fan's self-indulgence: he says the sport is the perfect vehicle for the Stanford brand name, allowing him to expand his business to new markets...
...fact that I met my wife there too.) When the project was over, I missed him terribly and stayed in touch as much as I could. With his 90th birthday approaching, I wanted to make sure that my two boys--each of whom boasts a Mandela-related middle name--saw the great man one more time. He was sunny and happy that morning, and spent most of the time entertaining my sons...
...time or another, most fishermen have a Jaws moment. For one gnarled veteran trawling Tuggerah Lake, actually a smallish freshwater lagoon situated about 90 km north of Sydney, that moment came just over an hour before sunrise on July 9. Police have declined to release the name of the fisherman, whom they describe as elderly and harboring a mistrust of the media. His version of what happened comes through police and, though emanating from a commuter suburb of Sydney, Australia, has made it around the world...