Greetings

Dear friends,
Last Sunday, I was so physically overwhelmed that I didn't have the energy to give details. This is what happened leading up to last Sunday: On the 42nd day of the fast, while sitting in silence alone, I came to the realization that the fast may be getting to be too long. (Medical help was not forthcoming, even as of the 43rd day.) By an interesting coincidence, the same day, a small group of concerned friends had decided to come to the place that I was staying, looking for me. But they failed to find me until I called them to inform of my decision to suspend the fast on the 45th day, when I'd be going to the Quaker worship. I also contacted a group of Missionaries of Charity nuns and received their welcoming permission to come stay at their house of hospitality while I recuperate. As I was cleaning up and packing my stuff in anticipation of moving out, I reached the limits of endurance. On the 45th day, my heart was too overwhelmed to provide me with the needed energy. But I still managed to make it to the Quaker Meetinghouse and break the fast there, but needed a gracious friend's help to accompany me and my stuff to my new temporary home.

After getting much needed bed rest, I felt much better in a few hours, and was feeling back to normal the following morning. ( I have been gradually eating - now eat everything - will edit this and write more details in a few hours. Feeling very normal and strong - even walked 30 minutes easily this morning. So don't worry; be happy. Thanks Friends!