Today I was working on an application for a client, and I had to enter the date he had first entered the United States. It was November 20, 1988 — the day after Michaela was kidnapped. I had to stop for a moment there, as I remembered that day and what it was like for me. But then I thought about Michaela, and wondered what it had been like for her.
I really just wanted to just stop, to lay my head down on the desk, to cry.
But I couldn’t. There were things that I had to do. And I had to do them.
For all those who ask, that is how I get by. Day by day, minute by minute. I just doing what has to be done.