Janice's journey

This biography is made based on the diary of a young woman who lived in many years in Denmark before she went on a holiday at her birthmother’s county. Her values and morale is based on her upbringing in Denmark which some might consider offending. However in order to truly understand how she experienced her stay in the United States the cultural influences has to be considered a major contributor to her choices both before, under and after her stay.

Second the names of individual youth transport firms, wilderness programs and boarding schools are not mentioned. It is not a question about being for or against various companies offering emotional growth. It is strictly a story about how Janice as she has chosen to call herself experienced a number of incidents which left life changing marks on her adult life.

This biography is co-authored because Janice wanted to have her story published in both Danish and English.

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6. It was a dark and stormy night

The sentence above is all Snoopy managed to write when he tried over and over again to become an author. If an ideal world I would have wished that it was all I would be able to write but unfortunately it wasn’t so.

 

It happened 3 or 4 nights after I had returned to my mother’s house. I woke around 3 a.m. to the sound of people talking loudly down in the living room. I was confined to a room on the second floor because they didn’t think that I would jump down from the floor. I didn’t know who my mother would welcome as visitors that late in the night. They spoke about maze and how it would stain the carpets. It brought no sense to me and I fell asleep again.

 

Suddenly the light in my room went on. My mother entered the room with two women. They were almost 2 feet higher than both mother and me. They looked like soldiers, rough and determined - molded by years of experience from distant battlefields no ordinary people knew the name of. My mother sat down on my bed and started to talk: “Honey. While you were gone I have been thinking a lot. I now realize that I failed you by leaving you behind in Denmark. I wrong believed that your father could lead you on the right path and protect you from evil. I feel that you have lost the connection to God. I will correct that and that is why I have asked Angela and Chelsea here to transport to a wilderness camp where you can hike while you receive counseling so you can heal the scars the life in Denmark has inflicted upon you.”

 

I sat up in the bed. My mother moved out of the door almost running with an “I love you” and left me to the mercy of the two huge women. I shouted for her but one of the women stepped forward and demanded that I stopped at once or they would be forced to restrain me which would not be pleasant for anyone. With teary eyes I realized that I had no choice but to obey their orders.

 

They gave me a jumpsuit. It was orange and had “Runner – call 911” printed on the back. What was this? I asked to pack some clothes but they stated that my mother had packed in advance and it would be given to me once I arrived at my destination. I had so many questions but sometime we all find us placed in a situation where you just know that it is not the time for such.

 

We were about to leave when one of the women stopped me. Chelsea said that there was a little item we had to take care of first. Given my past with a history of escape and being able to live on the run they didn’t want to create a possibility of a situation where they would be forced to restrain me. They didn’t want risking of inflicting injury on them or me. Chelsea had a bag and up she took various chains and leather straps. I was speechless and on the verge of going into shock. Here I was left alone with two strange women being shackled only to be sent to an unknown destiny. Chelsea took my shoulder: “Relax. Please don’t panic. We only want it to go as smooth as possible.” Panic!?? Was she kidding? I was in a foreign country alone with two women who both looked as they had been chewing suicide bombers for a living and she is afraid that I panic.

 

I followed their instructions in a daze. Leather cuffs were fastened to a waste belt. Shoulder straps made it easy for them to grab and guide me. When we left my room and went down the stairs there were no signs of my family. They took me to a van parked outside with tinted glass. I was taken to the back seat. When I was seated I got shackles on and they were locked to a ring in the floor. It must have looked like I was a serial killer being transport from one high security prison to another.

 

The women got into the van also and we started to drive toward an unknown destination.

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