Free The Sick Horror at The Lost and Found by Heidi King Page B

Turkey. I never knew what happened to the
red rain jacket.
    I am just a player on the sidelines.
The narrator of the story. Very little is actually written about me
in their blogs, diaries and letters home. But had I decided not to
lease out The Lost and Found, so many lives would not have forever
changed. I would still have the red jacket but I would not have
this book.

Rocky is Fine
    By Steve Banks
    Dear Patrick,
    Thank you for giving me the
opportunity to manage The Lost and Found. I promise to keep it in
great shape.
    Guess I missed your call the other
day. Try not to call during happy hour in the bar.
    I decided to plant a garden so we
could have more organic, raw, fresh alternatives for the guests.
Also thinking of building a zip line if we can save up the
cash.
    Luz came back from vacation and
introduced herself.
    Did you ever notice that there are
more male backpackers than female? We are thinking of ways to even
out the ratio, like having ladies night in the bar or something.
But not Monday… that is reserved in your honor for trivia night, a
huge hit.
    Gabriel is carrying rocks up the
hill.
    Your buddy,
    Steve
    P.S. Rocky is fine.

Ladies’ Night
    By Steve Banks
    Hey Andrew,
    Things are great here at The Lost and
Found. You really made a nice place. Maria and Estrella are
painting. They are working with a kind of Egyptian theme, symbol of
Isis, story of Osiris, that kind of thing. Maria wants to build a
labyrinth and is talking about adding more fun things to do like a
treasure hunt.
    Bought a Panama Hat… looks
cool.
    Told Patrick that Monday was trivia
night in his honor. Do you think he bought it? Actually every
Monday the girls drink free if they flash their tits.
    P.S. Would you fuck Jessica Alba but
only if I fucked her first?
    Response:
    Hey Steve,
    Good to hear about the improvements to
The Lost and Found. Keep up the good work. What is the treasure
hunt about? Is Matt helping out Maria? Are they hooking
up?
    Andrew

 
    Imagine
    By Dr. Mike
Anderson
    Imagine: You are alone in the jungle.
Suddenly you are surprised by a coiled pit viper. There are two
more behind you. What do you do?
    To help Ooznahvi answer this question,
I decided to take her with me for an afternoon stroll. We set out
down Arco Iris, a scenic, looping road in the hills outside of
Boquete where I rent a luxurious house that literally looks like a
castle. It was a beautiful December day late in coffee season, but
we could still see the Indians in traditional dress hauling bags of
freshly picked coffee berries. The brugmansia, the white
trumpet-shaped flowers that hang their heads along the side of the
road, were still in bloom. We continued our walk, turning onto Bajo
Mono, another country road that traces the tumbling headwaters of
the Caldera River, passing cascading waterfalls and charming
bridges until it finally reaches the trailhead for the famous
Quetzal Trail. We were on our way to confront fear at the Skeleton
Temple.
    Some of our fears are primordial --
they are part of our hard wiring, our collective unconscious. In
many ways they unite us and help us survive. But some of our fears
we learn as individuals, and they become obstacles to the
achievement of our personal goals. The single most important step
to overcoming these fears is to simply identify them and discover
where we learned them. The dark halls and vacant rooms of the
Skeleton Temple are like the caverns of our unconscious. They wait
for us to shine a light and see that there is nothing to be afraid
of. The temple was the perfect place for Ooznahvi’s first shamanic
journey to the underworld.
    The Skeleton Temple, as I call it, is
an ominous, unfinished mansion guarded by barb wire and imposing
eucalyptus trees. It looks like an ashen palace, noble, yet
completely unloved. The local legend says that a wealthy Arab built
it for his fiancé, who later killed herself after he was gone on
work for an unusually long while. They say she plunged herself in
the rapids of