Copyright 2009 Daniel Whittman
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I knew there was an evil man about to knock on our humble doorway. We had no door, but he was not visible yet.
My simple life with Mom and my grandparents was about to end. Somehow the CIA had become aware of me even though I was born and raised in Surigao City, Philippines. We were so poor we lived in a shack in one of the squatter areas. My dad was American while my mom was Philippine.