All of my life I have had a philosophical bent. I wasn t an arm chair philosopher, rather I was more of a travelling philosopher, circumnavigating the world overland, soaking up various religions, and cultures, absolutely fascinated with diverse ways of living that all seemed to have their own strengths and shortcomings. I was particularly interested in finding out the meaning of life and then, what made life worth living. I started travelling young, as I aimed to get all my answers by the time I was 25, hoping then to live the rest of my days with great inner peace derived from my wisdom. I did learn that people were the same the whole world over.
Every culture has their fair share of saints and sinners.
To finance my quest I worked as a nurse in intensive care units in large hospitals in Australia, North America and Europe. Medical care I found to be relatively the same for each illness, but the fascinating thing I noticed, was that some people responded well and recovered while others who often were younger and healthier, deteriorated and died regardless of receiving the best medical treatment. As part of the medical team, it was always of huge concern to me, as I realized that there was something intangible that we were not addressing. I noticed that I rarely met a patient who lived through surgery or an illness when they were convinced that they were going to die from it. The same thing occurred when people were convinced that they would have a particular disease because a parent had had it, and they did often manifest the same disease at exactly the same age that their parent had.