A true story about one man's search for reality
Walking to Rome
The book is a true story, it is unique to me, and the events explained in it are the way I saw them and from a perspective which I believe is honest and true. Some names may be changed for the sake of anonymity but the events will remain the same. I saw such a ‘spiritual’ glorious sunset, and more, but it did not fade away with the night, but became more glorious, and this is what I want to share with you the reader.
It’s about one man’s search for reality. It tells of a life changing experience from a time when I was determined to commit suicide to this present time.
It tells of a journey, travelling through the valley of the shadow of death, over hills and dales, until we reach the glorious mountain summit where my life was changed for ever.
One night I lay on the floor in my brother’s bedroom and cried in despair, tears welled up as my family slept on.
My eyes were permanently red, I had been crying inside for some years and when my heart finally broke the floods of tears came.
I wanted to die, rejected by my wife, loneliness like I never knew existed accompanied by self pity caused me in despair to silently cry out from my inmost being ‘God help me!’
The emotion of loneliness was tremendous, living in the same house, loving someone, but having that love rejected.
Looking back I realize that I neither knew nor experienced what love was really all about.
Rejection is one of the main causes of loneliness and for two years it was like having my heart slowly ripped in two.
I had a wife and a two year old step-daughter as well as my own child, yet I was lonely, I loved Kelly but we were never friends – which is very important.
At that moment I saw what appeared to be a white light coming down from a distance and then going again, did God hear me in my desperation; I fell into a deep sleep.