were up to my ankles, all the skin pulled off the flesh. underneath i was bleeding, walking on bare meat. i bandaged that. i bought all kinds of things that did not work. what a tough experience it was! after about two weeks of walking, a voice came to me saying that if i made it in twenty-one days, that would be all right.
oh, what a relief! instead of twelve days, i had twenty-one days in which to get there.
many things have happened to me, but this was the worst. once on the road, i felt so miserable. i said, “god, i wish i could die, but i can’t; i 