Schizophrenia set in. I believed that I was to become Satan’s sacrifice
as a psychotic killer. In pride I resisted myself alone, until, as Proverbs
says, “the wicked flee when no man pursueth,” {Proverbs 28:1} believing
that sacrificial day to be near. At the Greyhound bus depot, I met a man with
a guitar, on his way to truck-driving school, a Christian man with a kind aura.
Leaving Columbia and admitting that I was wandering, I chose a ticket to his
destination, and on that bus admitted that I needed big help, Jesus’ help.
{When I got off the bus...}
1 The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.