He is in complete turmoil. He cannot eat…he loses a lot of weight very quickly. He cannot sleep…he stays downstairs with night-time TV as his only company.

Through his tears he repeats, over and over, “What am I going to do…what am I going to do?” This is the only prayer he can manage…his faith seems empty and impotent.

Then, one morning three weeks later he wakes up…he has fallen asleep on the sofa. It is morning, and he goes into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Suddenly it hits him, a strange and unfamiliar assurance…

Nothing has changed, but everything is different.

 He feels hungry, so he eats a bowl of cereal.