I think I can peg what I might call the beginnings of my own "Spiritual Journey" around age 40 on a sunny day on Ramstein air base in Germany. A squadron barbecue. An overabundance of pork ribs, baked beans and sauerkraut and a huge discomfort in my chest afterwards. I called it indigestion. Seeking medical attention at the base hospital, the duty doctor thought he'd a case of a heart attack on his hands and shipped me forthwith to the 2d General...