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"I was still working as a journalist at the time," said Ursula quietly. "Journalists are trained to observe; not to intervene. A human being may be impelled to intervene by the force of conscience, but I was a professional journalist on a professional assignment. That option wasn't open to me. I wasn't allowed to love. I had a professional protocol to follow. It was in my blood to observe. I was trained to do this. I was good at it. I observed everything. Except, Peter, this was all that I did."
"Could you have done more?" I asked.
"I don't know. Honestly, I don't know!" she replied.
I saw tears forming again.
"My Nicaragua story was printed in our national newspaper with a big headline proclaiming my heroism," she said. "I became a celebrity, but I couldn't talk to anyone about my experience out of sheer shame that it happened at all. I was ashamed that I was still living. Am I making any sense?"
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