Message #13599

[Jitendra Hydonus]

i was swimming in Indiana at the a beach just north of the Indiana State Dunes. There was quite a rip tide that day and an undertow. Suddenly a woman in Indian dress shouted to me: Would you help me? i said yes. She told me that her son was drowning. i saw where he was in the water and swam out to him. He was rather heavy and hung on to my back. i did not know if i was going to make it back in finally after struggling we found footing on the ground. As i gasped for air another young woman came out and led the boy back into shore. When i got back to shore the woman who almost lost her son said that her husband was out in the water also. i never found him. The next day i saw in the paper that a woman had saved a boys life. i smiled to myself. The husband had died trying to save the boy.

i was practicing music with a couple guys north of Grand Rapids. It was quite a drive and i sometimes would become weary over driving the 131 route. It seemed unusual to think that i could somehow forge my way thru the Manisttee forest, that snowy cold January day, but even though it was snowing quite abit and the weather was not letting up, it was as if someone dropped a note in my head. i am going to take a different route today. Well the truth be known i was lost in a huge forest driving what seemed to me to be aimless. i at last saw another vehicle. It was a postal truck. i thought to myself he can tell me how to get out of here. Following him i saw a figure in the middle of the road that he swirved around. It looked like a man sitting on a can fishing: In the middle of the road!

i stopped and asked him if he would like to go somewhere. He said 'anywhere'. i found out that he had frostbite in his feet and he thought he was going to die right there. i found my way out by backtracking and we went to my bandmates  Johns' place. He was willing to have him there for as long as he needed. The man explained to me that he lived a 'good life' and was a computer designer for a company. One day the police came to his house and told him that his daughter, his wife and mother were driving together and were hit by a drunk driver as he crossed over into their lane. All three died of injuries. He said there was no more reason for him to live. i asked him where was he going he said that before being married he always had this dream of being a minister. But where was he walking in the middle of the winter? He said that he was going to Canada and he knew an indian tribe there where he could start his church. i fed him for a couple of days and washed and dried his clothes. After a couple of days he said he was leaving. i asked where? He said Canada. i said: In the middle of the winter? He said yea and that God had taken care of him before even by having animals sleep with him in the cold.
Then over my protest he walked off into the snow.