Quiddity

It was an honest mistake. I had no intention of aidingand abetting two criminals on the FBI's most-wantedlist. Nor of fanning the flames of political unrest in SouthAmerica. Nor of investing in a donkey-ride tour businessfor sightseers in the jungles of Ecuador. Nor forgetting towrite in my "journal." But like Dad always says, we can'tchange our past mistakes, only decide how to handle thefallout. And boy, was there a fallout to think it all startedfrom one, little, insignificant, stupid decision. On the otherhand, Mom is always one for pointing out how we canlearn from our mistakes and boy, did I learn. If I hadn'tended up in South America to learn about greed, I maynever have learned the Spanish word for redheads, whata roasted Guinea pig looks like, or even how faith tends togrow through trouble. You're probably wondering how thisis all related, and let me assure you it is, but it's kind ofconfusing. Let me explain...