I’ve held on to those memories for the longest; neverletting them go because it takes time – sometimes years –to truly understand how a childhood adventure can impactyou.When I look back, I marvel at how surreal that day hadbeen. It was the kind of misadventure one had only seenin the movies and in all those stories the protagonists wereadults, some of whom did not make it. But we were justchildren, and this was happening to us. And this was as realas it could get.For years after, numerous existential questions racedthrough my head: Was God testing us? Were we handpickedfor it? Was it preordained? Th en the fog started to lift and Isaw it for what it was: a day in the jungle. Also, a day wheneverything went wrong. I’d read somewhere that adversitydoes not build character, it reveals it. We were tested, wewere pushed to the limits of our physical and emotionalendurance. We made it out alive, and it is important thatthis experience be shared. INVICTUS