For the past two years the SA literature and Essay newsletter have been like a rescue ring thrown at me from a passing vessel. I hung onto it and very slowly I was pulled toward this vessel by people I could not see. My first conference, in Baltimore, was like reaching the side of the boat. Looking up I saw some of the faces of these people that were now starting to pull me up. The San Diego conference was my coming on deck where I could embrace my rescuers and everyone rejoiced. While this happened I saw a light above the boat which was God, as I presently conceive Him.