Ever since I came to live with my grandparents on two hundred twenty-two Depot Road, the number 222 has surrounded and followed me and continues to pursue me in my travels. From taxi numbers, hotel rooms, time on a clock, page numbers, numbers in movies, on the side of buildings facing my hotel windows, miles on the trip odometer and so no.

I go on and on about what I am to do with my life and that I am to serve my Father by serving others and as my Grandparents get older, they need to be served more and more. As stated before, I am not one to believe in coincidences, so I must come to a meaning of this reoccurrence. Yet my mind keeps upwelling with; no one who will not forsake his mother, father, brother or sister is worthy of me. Have I not done this already? Leaving behind all things from family, pets and possessions. I am only a few weeks into my trip in the wilderness and so I shall have patience until the end.