"This is a small world", says Chuck.
"It is small. How did you get involved in this kind of ministry?"
"It's quite a long story, actually. You see, what happened was soon after the last time I saw you, when I stayed overnight in your house, I did go to that tree planting job on Vancouver Island, but it was cut short. I was having some problems with drinking at the time, and drugs, mostly mushrooms, but I was suddenly drinking and using a lot, and it was making me pretty useless for work. So they had to let me go. Anyway, there were also questions about my mental health. I seemed to be having visions when I was out on the land planting, and I couldn't stay focussed on my work.
"A being in white. A shining, radiant being, often just standing there before me. It was usually very peaceful, blissful, then he would be gone and I was sunk again in misery that I tried to drown more in drink. But I think the mushrooms were having a countervailing effect, and so the visions. But it got to be too much. Soon, I wasn't able to leave my tent. It was just too scary going out there. My foreman let me go, but I had enough money to book a flight back to Melbourne. So, I went home...
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