Taken Ransom

Me and my leading man

I've never really blogged about the sequence of events that lead me to Vermont, but today feels like as good a day as any. The cat's out of the bag! Tom Hanks (via Perez Hilton) has accepted a new role as a sea captain held hostage...and it makes me a bit reminiscent.

Hoards of reporters descend on Underhill, VT
In April of 2009, I was working for a trans-oceanic shipping company in the communications department when one of the ships was hijacked off the coast of Somalia. The hero ship captain from Underhill, Vermont was being held hostage in a small life boat at gun point by three savage pirates. I came to Vermont to help his wife, Andrea, deal with the media circus surrounding the ordeal. Of course she was devastated and distraught and felt totally overwhelmed by the reporters. We waited it out together and held the cameras at bay until her husband was, miraculously, rescued. I do not use that word lightly. The rescue of Richard Phillips was nothing short of a bona fide miracle.

talking to reporters
A lot of lives changed that day, including mine (not just because I was on TV, twice!) It had been a  particularly difficult time in my personal life. Coming to Vermont and being a part of such a dramatic and faith-affirming experience made me rethink my own priorities. So I quit my job. I took a few risks. I re-oriented my compass.

In the months following the rescue, I helped the Phillips family sort through the media after-math of their very public ordeal, and they helped me through some difficult times of my own by opening their home and bringing me into their family. I learned a lot of important lessons about how to live that spring and summer. I did some solo traveling, but was always drawn back to Vermont. They gave me a place to heal (and hide when I needed to!) -- to get my head together and figure out what mattered to me. For that, I will always be grateful. Tom Hanks has big shoes to fill.
My "adopted" VT family





By the time autumn came to Vermont, I'd met a farmer named Ransom and had fallen in love. It's hard to ignore the synchronicity of finding love with someone named Ransom after a pirate attack. Indeed, it was meant to be.

So began my Vermont adventures as a Dairy Queen. For a girl who literally slept with her Blackberry under her pillow, it was an unlikely path. But I knew in my heart it was the right one.

And that's how I came to love in Vermont.

Tasha Lehman (March 16, 2011 at 12:41 PM)  

I love this story! You could make your own movie!

ericka (ergvt) (March 16, 2011 at 12:52 PM)  

OH MY GOD. i love it. and tasha's right. so glad you're here!!

Juliann mathews (Wards_Wife on Twitter) –  (March 16, 2011 at 2:03 PM)  

I should write a blog about leaving my beloved homestate of Vermont and moving to Wichita, KS. I may live in KS , bu I will always be a Vermonter!

Juliann in Oz

hearsaysupperclub.com (March 16, 2011 at 7:19 PM)  

Wow! What an incredible story. I can't wait to read the rest of the book :)
Jeanne

Alison (March 16, 2011 at 9:57 PM)  

Thanks for the sweet comments, gals! You made my day!

Audrey Egan –  (March 16, 2011 at 10:01 PM)  

Maybe I'm just a little hormonal this evening, but that blog entry has seriously caused a few tears to roll down my cheeks. I am SO happy for you! What a truly amazing story.
Best wishes for the rest of your years together!

Emily (The Culinary Couple) (March 18, 2011 at 11:02 AM)  

What a wonderful story! I really believe you could write a book about your life :)

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