Hijacked.

Panic attacks and sweaty palms.

"Oh , and do not hesitate to hand over your valuables to my boys and obey our orders."

His vile voice poured into the cabin. I was in shock . I felt like the plane out at the mercy of the rough air.

"Analine , this can't be happening to me. What is going to happen to my multi-billion dollar company? My diamonds? My property?" I said to my personal assistant floundering.

"-and your children?"

"Oh, yes. Them."

I couldn't think straight and the sweat dripping down my sides didn't help. My palms started sweating profusely. Surely I could pay them to let me go, right?

"We are about to land. Prepare for a crash landing! Prepare for a crash landing!" The voice said.

"Oh no. Why a crash landing ? My fair, supple skin can't be bruised. I refuse!" I screamed.

I was ignored. So I cradled my head in my palms and braced myself for the worst. I could feel the tears building up but the dam of pride I had held them in, I could not let Analine see me cry.

The crash landing sent volts of electricity down my spine , physically and emotionally. We were then lined up in the jungle according to class and I ended up in front because I flew first class. We were taken to a little bunker and at this point my defense was down.

"Analine ? I can't die. I've been horrible to too many people. I'm never there for my children instead I've dropped them in the hands of world renowned trainers and groomers. Annie called me this morning and I totally brushed her off . I should have listened , I never listen. I'm a horrible mother." I said crying. " I'm a horrible boss too. Shutting down my employees' ideas and throwing them my absurd ones. I even treat you so badly. How can I ever be forgiven or loved ?"

"I know someone who can fix ,forgive and save you." Analine said.

"Really ?! How much does he want ? I'll pay!" I said bubbling with excitement.

"He doesn't need money. It's Jesus. He will forgive when you ask no matter what!" she said.

"Really? No money? Even for someone like me? " I asked surprised.

"Yes, it's all been paid for with His blood. We can pray together if you want," she offered.

I agreed - if I was going to die I wanted to make heaven. We prayed a prayer of forgiveness and peace washed over me . I had to call my children , I couldn't leave them with only horrible memories of me.

"Hi everyone. It's me Katie-your mother, your wife. The plane I was on was hijacked and now I'm in the middle of nowhere , but that's not the point. The point is that I am sorry. I'm sorry for not helping enough, not being a mother and a wife. For investing in you only financially not emotionally. I'm sorry for pushing you away when you needed me most. Please forgive me as Christ has." I paused for a short laugh, I didn't seem like the person to be talking about Jesus but here I was. " Yes you heard me right, you're not dreaming. I said Jesus and even though all I know is that he is going to save me it's enough. Please find it in your heart to forgive me and get to know about Jesus , he's fantastic. Remember , no matter what I love you always and forever. Love, Katie."