Many no doubt made up flashbacks of my youth led me to much despair and I jumped form the third story roof. The only time I ever was so foolish for myself and my safety. I broke two vertebreas and my tallus bone in my left foot.

BJG nursed me spendidly back to health, driving me everywhere, cooking for me sandwiches and delicious smoothies....I was spoiled. Om mani peme hung. Notice I still have the rope around the wrist from three years previously where I met the dalai lama in person, in India.