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Every December since my escape, I have a
celebration. My friends call it the "Escape from
Mexico Party." If you ever see someone wearing
an "Escape from Mexico" T-shirt, you'll know
they have a connection to me. The celebration is
a special time I've set aside to remember. In
some ways, it is a celebration of the memories
of fear and anguish. It is a celebration of all
things that can go wrong. Yet, it is also a
celebration of hope and life. It is a
celebration of freedom. It is a celebration to
remember the precious gift of friends and how
easily they can pass. Yet, most of all, it is a
celebration of the memory of dreams. Without
dreams of freedom, of love, of friends, of
happiness, there is nothing.
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