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I grew up a jungle child
A strength and will required
Even then, I had survival in my genes
On the western coast of Peru
Finishing high school
My mom and I were to be flyin' home that night
On Christmas Eve
Though my father warned us
Not to board that plane
But board we did anyway
Plans were already made
Above the Amazon, a thunderstorm swirled in our way
Heard the aluminum creaking
And turbulence wreaking
Havoc and scaring all the passengers on LANSA Flight 508
The sounds loud and frightening
Fuselage struck by lightning
Which tore it apart while we were two miles high
Still strapped into my seat
My mother right next to me
I fell like a hailstone from the sky
*...ah...ah..ahhhhhh....*
Waking up I was all alone
Gashed leg, broken collarbone
And nothing around to be found, but wreckage strewn
Eleven days wading downstream
Found a boat with some gasoline
And I poured it all in my festering wounds
But I did not take that boat
To steal away from this
A wild wanderer still guided by a moral compass
Then found by fishermen
A local pilot took me
And flew me back home to see my newly widowed father
*...ah...ah..ahhhhhh....*
It's been over forty years now
But still hard to see how
I came through the rain forest alive
When I fell from the sky
It still haunts me not knowing why
I was the only one to survive
A few notes
Based on the AMAZING true story of Juliane Koepcke.
Go read about it.
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