The strangest thing just happened. As I was talking to David in my living room my gut started screaming at me. My head was all settled in to turning my place and Piper over to this guy so I could hit the road for a while, but my gut was having no part of it. So I just bailed on the whole thing.

I apologized profusely, slipped a fifty into his hand and asked him to leave. Not that I didn't like him, I did, and Daniel was over last night and the three of us drank together and had fun. It was just the concept of turning my very structured little world here over to a stranger. I couldn't shake it, I couldn't do it, now what?

I told Dave the story of me meeting god, this morning. How I was driving down a back road in Kent, WA homeless, living in my car and looking for a tree to crash into and end it all. God said, in a male voice from above, "I'm giving you some power" and suddenly a burst of energy hit the top of my head and blasted down through my body.

It worked. When I left that town with Steph heading to a new life in Idaho I was a respected transit supervisor, having crawled up from the bottom. Thank you god.