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  • A Really young kid (18) and I met on the back side of Kauii along the Napili coast, a ways back... I was there for a few months, packed in a bunch of stuff including Owen. Needed some space.
    The kid found my camp, which was hell and gone from the tourist places at the terminus of the Kahalua trail, which is hell and gone from the Tourist places, like Princeville. I was "Out There.'' trying to get something back, I had left along the way.

    My place was elevated tree house which over looked the western shore. It was dry, hidden, and mine.
    I did my cooking at night for the next full day. Fished,Picked wild fruit, read, Free dived, made fish traps, and in general avoided other people who were out there, in the trees, for professional reasons. The one thing I wanted to do, was stay out of their faces, yet, find a piece of land to call my own, for awhile. Which I did.

    Anyway... The Kid.. Lost his way coming down the Wiamea heading west,was wayyy out of his depth, lucky to be alive, cut up and in general, personally, a basket case... ( hate to see this kid on drugs)
    I fixed him up, replensished his tucker and gave him a map to make his way out. All this came with a promise I made him give...
    "Do NOT mention me or this place and never come back.''

    He was greatful enough for the shelter and food and whatever else came his way, when he saw a really thumbed version of Owen.. I was done with it , so I gave it to him. One less item to carry out.. We talked about it for awhile and when I was done, he asked me a question...

    "Are you a preist or something?"

    "Yes, I said...

    ''or something.''

    I sent him on his way and like many travelers, he said where he was from as he was leaving and if I ever get in that part of the world, i should look him up for a beer.

    Of course he mentions the same town in which I was living.. Santa Cruz.. didn't say a thing. ( I had my own crosses)

    I waved good bye, good luck and ''Stay on the Damm trail.''

    Five years goes by.. and this guy comes up to me and says
    "Remember me?"

    "Hello David. yes of course I do"
    I see you got home allright"

    He introduces me all around to his friends and says,, " This is the GUY!! , I CAN'T Beleive it!!!,, This is the GUY I have told you about.. SAVED my damm ass!" , They all smile and shake hands with me and stand back a little, giving me space.
    I must have made an impression.

    We had that beer and talked Owen.. Said it helped him straighten out. Said I helped him too... In ways that I just could't understand. Said I was the right man in the right place at the right time with the right message... It was a bit over the top for me, but, hey.... he was still young and greatful for whatever...

    ''Well, that's what Witnesses do''
    and ordered another beer, On him.

    Hop
    Yeah, Irving got my vote on , Owen.

    Hop
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