In her twenties, Diane Till went to Rome for a 3-week vacation and stayed for 3 years as an illegal alien. In her 30’s she moved to New York, with a career she loved. If running seems like the best idea, she tried it on 5 continents. If reality is totally unacceptable, she created a life of adventures in North Africa, Southeast Asia, Europe, New York. She could travel and face life fearlessly because she had the protection of her constant companion, Johnny Walker. Her Park Avenue apartment, her career and love(s) more than fulfilled the dreams she had dreamt in the tree house her father built for her in Dallas, Texas, back when her world was ending. High flying adventures require fuel. Her choices were the jet-propulsion combination of amphetamines and alcohol. Her life, her rules. She succeeded until the ‘fuel’ ceased working. And it ceased working long before she could see or admit it. Then she began an adventure that she never, in her remotest dreams, would have considered. A journey toward faith. Afterall, she’d made the decision, while still in her teens: she and God were Done. God evidently didn’t agree. And when she came to Him, broken, arrogant, sick, and seething with anger, He welcomed her. That began the greatest adventure of her life. Her combination of poetry, essays, observations both amusing and grim, are told with simple honesty, which makes them funnier and more devastating. This is not an ‘in-your-face’ high drama saga, typical of many ‘crash-and-burn’ tales. Rather it is a simple telling of truth. What it takes to build a new human being from wreckage. The transformative journey to find contentment, peace and a profound joy. She describes the sorts of detours we take, where we tend to get lost and she shows how to make it back to safety. Her observations of life, love, and lunacy are born out of her front-line, in-the-trenches experiences with all three.
