I panicked inside when they left for the Jesus Army. I never trusted them as a group so never followed Martin and Lynette. I had major trust problems with everybody though I never knew that at the time. I wanted to run to a safe place.
A Christian place.
I had heard of the Iona Community on the Isle of Iona. Iona is a small island of the West coast of Scotland. It was 1 mile wide and 3 miles long. I heard about some Christian kids who went there when I was young.
I applied to work there. They accepted.
I was terrified when I left for 4 weeks initially. It took hours to get there by train, 2 ferries and a bus. It was a beautiful place. I was broken inside but was trying to find inner sanity.
I was introduced to Ally Hallett who would be my supervisor while I was a volunteer. Ally was great with me as I had become a housekeeper. I got on that well with her that I stayed for 5 months. For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.
A woman came to volunteer from Perth Australia. Her name was Dianne Trenaman I got to know her really quickly. I fell in love with her. We left Iona together and ended up in Belfast. I felt loved and felt accepted for the first time in my life.
There was only one problem.
Dianne was heading back to Perth in a few months.
That fateful day came. it completely broke my heart. I never wanted her to leave. I wanted things to stay exactly as they were. Happy, Safe and Secure or so I thought.
I waved her away on the train.
I cried and cried inside and outside.