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Canyon. As a former ministerial student, I hadalways wanted God to speak to me. He spoke toothers throughout the Bible, why not to me? Iwas now alone with God. I began to sing at thetop of my lungs, "Oh, what a beautifulmorning..." A voice rang out, "For Christ's sake,shut the fuck up!" I looked around. There weresleeping bags and tents all around me. So muchfor my moment alone with God.We continued on our journey. Wedecided to cross the Mojave Desert at night. Thatmeant sleeping during the day at Needles,California. This must have been a common wayto cross the desert because we got the last threerooms at the motel. In my room the AC did notwork. I tried to sleep in the shower but that onlyleft me hot and wet.We arrived in L.A. about 4am and theteacher dropped off the German lady and hergranddaughter. We were on an expressway, andthe teacher asked me, "Where do you want to getoff?" "I don't know," I replied. I had no ideawhere I was going or what I was going to do, butI was not in New York and not in Detroit. "Takethe next exit and drop me off," I said.There I was, I didn't know where, in thedarkness, in a strange new land. I stood there for71