Miles To Go Before I Sleep
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Authors: Jackie Nink Pflug
MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
A Survivor's Story of Life
After a Terrorist Hijacking
JACKIE NINK PFLUG
With Peter J. Kizilos
Hazelden
Center City, Minnesota 55012-0176
© 1996 by Hazelden Foundation
All rights reserved. Published 1996
Printed in the United States of America
No portion of this publication may be
reproduced in any manner without the
written permission of the publisher
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Unless indicated otherwise, all photographs are courtesy of Jackie Nink Pflug.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Nink Pflug, Jackie.
Miles to go before I sleep: a survivor's story of life after a terrorist hijacking / by Jackie Nink Pflug, with Peter J. Kizilos.
   p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 1-56838-837-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-1-59285-959-7 (ebook)
1. Nink Pflug, Jackie. 2. Victims of terrorismâUnited StatesâBiography. 3. HostagesâUnited StatesâBiography. 4. Hijacking of aircraftâEgypt. I. Kizilos, Peter. II. Title.
HE9882.7.Z7H56 1995
362.88âdc20
[B]
95-18989
CIP
The cloth printing of this book contains the subtitle
My Grateful Journey Back from the Hijacking of EgyptAir Flight 648.
The original subtitle was changed to
A Survivor's Story of Life After a Terrorist Hijacking
for the paperback release in November 2001.
T
HIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO
Scarlett Rogencamp and Nitzan Mendelsonâ
the two women cold-bloodedly executed
by the hijackers of EgyptAir Flight 648.
The forty-nine other passengersâ
from Israel, Canada, Australia, Belgium, Egypt, France, Ghana,
Greece, Mexico, Morocco, the Philippines, Spain, and Tunisiaâ
killed during the storming of the plane.
The eight children
who spent their last hours as hostages
aboard the plane.
And to the thirty-five men and women who survived:
My prayer is that you found the gift behind the tragedy.
The day you can be grateful for every single trifle in your life,
for the moving train, for the water that runs down a tap
when you open it, for the light that comes on when you press
a switch, for clean sheets on your bed. ⦠your heart will be filled
with a deep contentment and with almost continuous joy.
The secret of being always joyful is to be always grateful.
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NTHONY
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: A W
AY TO
G
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C
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TAKE THE WINDOW SEAT
C
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HREE
GOD, I NEED THIS RAIN TO STOP
C
HAPTER
F
OUR
ALIVE, BUT WHAT KIND OF LIFE?
C
HAPTER
F
IVE
SMASHING INTO WALLS
C
HAPTER
S
EVEN
CHECK THE ORANGE JUICE
C
HAPTER
T
EN
TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY
C
HAPTER
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LEVEN
EXORCISING DEMONS
C
HAPTER
F
OURTEEN
BE MORE THANKFUL
C
HAPTER
F
IFTEEN
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO HEAL?
THE TERRORIST ATTACK ON THE WORLD TRADE CENTER and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001, in New York City has shaken and saddened the very soul of America. It has caused shock waves of fear that most people have never before experienced. Reports of heightened anxiety, depression, and inability to sleep or concentrate at work abound. People have cancelled vacations and have even turned in rage and fear on their neighbors who do not look like them. I recognize the terror. It is a terror I personally experienced sixteen years ago when EgyptAir Flight 648 was hijacked and I was shot in the head at point-blank range, dumped from the airplane, and left for dead on the tarmac.
The recent suicide attacks resurrected my fear briefly, and then the difficult lessons I learned from my own tragedy reasserted themselves. In my long and difficult journey back from my own encounter with terrorism and death, I discovered that there is always Divine Good in what appears to be only bad. The seeds of healing and growth are buried in the rubble of tragedies. Although hard to see and even harder to believe, the hand of Divine Good is present in this horrific, unimaginable act. It is visible in the outpouring of help to the survivorsâthe prayers and food and money and clothing and time. It is visible in the renewed sense of life, commitment, and unity that this horrific act engendered.
We can respond to this and other tragedies, from individual to global ones, in ways that help us to live fuller lives and move the world closer to peace and fullness. We can heal. I know.
When the hijacked airliners, two in New York, one in Washington, D.C., and one in Pennsylvania, exploded in flames with 266 passengers and crew members, I felt an overwhelming sadness. I didn't actually know the men, women, and children who died in the crashes, but I know what they went through: the shock, the disbelief, the confusion about who to believe, the fear that they may not be alive in the next hour, the sadness, wishing they had time to do all the things they love, time to say “I love you,” time to give hugs, time to say good-bye. I felt close to them all. Scarlett Rogencamp sat next to me on EgyptAir 648, and we comforted each other mostly without words, by touching, and by a visceral and transcendent knowledge of what we were feeling. The hijacker's bullet killed Scarlett, and though I never met her before I boarded that airplane, I still miss her. On a beautiful day I will walk outside into the sunshine and think, Scarlett would have loved this day. I feel that kind of connection to the people who died in those planes and am filled with sadness.
I feel a connection, too, to the survivors, the people who fled the towers, and to the family and friends of the survivors and victims of the suicide terrorists. Beyond that, I feel a connection to all the people in our country and others who watched the events unfold on television and suffer the shock of a world turned upside down. What touched me, my friends and family who cared for me sixteen years ago is now touching America on that same level. People are asking questions. Why did this happen to us? What do we do now? What does my life mean? Why are we here on earth?
In the aftermath of the recent attacks, millions of people find themselves filled with fear. I hope my story can help them in their struggles. After my own encounter with death and paralyzing fear and after years of work toward healing, I have been compelled to share my story. God's voice, or what some people call an inner voice, higher power, or goodness of being, has said to me repeatedly that my purpose on earth now is to tell my story of healing and hope. I believe it can help people who have to face all kinds of difficulties from stress to illness to catastrophes to look for the Divine Good in the difficulty. At some point, everyone has to heal. Everyone goes through the same healing process. This is a book about healing.
In the months after I was left for dead on the tarmac, I was filled with fear. I was afraid to go outside my house, to the grocery store, a movie, or use a public restroom. I was afraid I would be hunted and gunned down. I struggled to get back on an airplane. Each time I got on, I walked down the aisle sneaking glances at laps to see if they were holding packages that could be guns or grenades. This fear gripped me and wouldn't let me grow. I went through severe depression and lived with an overpowering anger for years. Ultimately I learned to forgive.
I don't use the word
forgiveness
glibly; it is a word that gets thrown around way too much. It took me eleven years to forgive the hijackers of EgyptAir 648, eleven years of doing something every day, whether consciously or not. I started with hatred and anger. You cannot forgive if you're still angry. I cried. I grieved. I raged. I hung in there, kept my faith, worked with a therapist, and finally was able to let go. I'm so glad I did. Forgiving does not condone what the hijackers did. Rather, forgiveness is a release, a letting go so that the person no longer has a hold on you. For a long time, I had to make sure that the man who shot me, who was held in a Malta jail, was not a happy man. I wanted him as miserable as I was. Little by little, I began to accept what had happened, who this person was, and stop hungering for his punishment.
I had, and still have, physical challenges. My vision is fractured. I see only parts of things, so I have had to learn to walk again without bumping into walls or trees. I have had to learn to read again. I suffer memory loss and seizures. I lost my career, income, and marriage. I lost my dream of living in other countries among other peoples, including the Arab people in Egypt who I loved and continue to love so much. But I was given a gift as well. The hijacking was a wake-up call for me to slow down, cherish life, and pay attention. It forced me to deal with a reality that I would have postponed until my dying day. I learned to look past the obstacles that get in my way and focus on what really matters in life. I tend to worry a lot about little things, but if I am paying attention and self aware, I don't let myself do that anymore. I live in the moment, and I'm fine. I'm great. I have lost a lot of my vision, but I'm light now.
I talk to God a lot, and in the weeks since that sad, unforgettable Tuesday morning in September, I keep hearing God's voice saying everything is going to be okay. I know this voice does not mean that I will be able to see well again, or read more easily, or that my epilepsy will disappear. It does not mean that I will never have my heart in my throat as I round a dark corner or board an airplane, or that no one will be paralyzed or die. But it means we can make good happen by this. We have no guarantee about what will happen to our bodies, but we can be assured and guaranteed that our spirits will be okay, that who we really are will be okay.
When I was shot in the head, I was awakened to life. I try every day to remember that I already have what I need and be thankful on a daily basis. I try to remain alert every moment of every day, alert to the sunshine and the rain, alert to the pain and pleasures of my fellows and family, alert to opportunities to be the kind of friend to others that I would like to have as a friend.
Each of us can make a profound difference in the world by paying attention to what happens in our own personal spheres of influence. We live in an increasingly violent world. I believe there is a way, through reconciliation, love, acceptance, and understanding that each of usâindividually and collectivelyâcan truly make a difference in the world. We can reach out and stop the cycle of violence and hatred.
