I'm a coward, I didn't want to die.

I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.

And you probably remember all of those papers and documents that they had published in the newspapers. And, you know, when you look at that, it really was their own little jihad that they had going. It just wasn't taken very seriously then.

I got hit in the face with a gun. I'm not very fragile at all. It makes me think maybe things would be easier if I were terribly frail and fragile somehow.

My daughters have grown up knowing all about my kidnapping and the case and what happened.

I mean, they call it Stockholm Syndrome and post traumatic stress disorder. And, you know, I had no free will. I had virtually no free will until I was separated from them for about two weeks.

Well, you know, it's really been, you know, quite a trip for me.