A few years passed and it was discovered that my constant back pain (which I always blamed on a badly managed gymnastics accident at school), was getting impossible to deal with. On a summer holiday on the Sunshine coast, in desperation, we had found an unusually gifted chiropractor who really helped me. After x-rays it was discovered that I had dissolving discs due to spinal pressure, and that with a bit of manipulation, it was able to be relieved. However, it wasn't resolving the disc issue in just that short time. So..after returning home, and still suffering, it was decided that I would live near this chiropractor for at least a month and receive the hopefully healing treatment I needed.
I moved into an apartment near Cotton Tree, on the Moloolaba coast line in southern Queensland. I had no vehicle purposely, as walking was going to be my new best friend. I received very frequent treatments from this chiropractor, who was helping me to release the pressure from my damaged discs, and lived just a short walk away from the beach purposely, so that walking on the loose sand would strengthen me.
After about 2 weeks of this lifestyle, it was apparent that Lauren, who was only 3, was a handful for John to try to manage. As he was running our business and Bronwyn had just started school, Lauren just didn't fit into the normal daily routine, so it was decided that she would come and live with me in this temporary home.
The apartment had a main but poorly lit internal, cement staired stairway that lead up to the apartment, which was a 2 level apartment, with 2 bedrooms etc on the lower floor, and the kitchen and living area on the first floor. It wasn't very swanky but I made sure it was clean, and it had all I needed. There was also a second stairway which was narrow and even darker, and it led from the ground to my kitchen area level, and to the flat across the way from me, but no one lived in the other apartment. When I had first arrived, the kitchen window didn't have any curtains or window coverings, and being on my own in a strange place, it bothered me that people could see into the kitchen at night-time etc. So one day I bought some inexpensive material and and hand-made some curtains for that window.
One night I had gotten Lauren to sleep, and I was watching TV. Suddenly there was a knock on that very dark stairway's access which led to my kitchen door landing. As I was basically on my own, I just tried to ignore it, making sure the door was securely locked. But the knocking continued. This went on for a few knocks. Finally I went to the never used door, and with the chain lock secure I called out: "Who is there? What do you want?" I was very frightened as no one had used this stairway before and I didn't know anyone who would want to use it to talk with me.
"We just have news to tell you, and need to share this with you now."
"What news?" I yelled through the locked door.
"We need to tell you about the inevitable future and how it will affect you!"
Did this mean that my apartment was going to change and this was management, or what were they meaning? Now this was about 8:00 pm, in a dark stairway, and I was completely alone. I was feeling somewhat frightened!
Through the chained crack in the door I yelled at them: "Go away! I don't want to hear anything from you! Do you know what time it is? If it's important you can tell me in the morning!" I peered through the crack in the chained doorway and tried to see who was talking, but in the darkened stairway it was very difficult....
"But we just want to talk with you about your future and the possibilities of eternal life when the world ends" Then I knew! You guessed it - "the black suited brigade" was there! This story again!
Angrily, I opened the door, and yelled at them: " I have just called the police and they are their way to arrest you for harassment. (bit of a stretch of the truth) so I suggest you leave quickly and never come near me again. I can't believe you idiots! You are insane! I don't need you and I don't want to hear anything you have to say! You just won't learn, and I refuse to put up with any more of your propaganda and hype!"
They started to protest, but I was really angry this time, and slammed the door quickly and very hard, just as one of them was quickly reaching for it to try to get in. I hope I hurt him.
All I can say is if this is how they want to spread their version of Christianity, they have definitely lost the plot.
God help us all!