On the way, John described the nature of his problems. In his youth he spent several years on a chain gang in a southern state. For much of this time he worked in standing in swamp water. He picked up some kind of skin fungus that persisted to this day. To make matters worse, because of his shame he kept his feet tightly wrapped up in socks and heavy footwear. That way whenever they were exposed they let off a tremendous smell of rotting flesh. The folks at the farm took on the project of helping John deal with his problem. We had plenty of experience taking in animals that needed help. If it could work with them, we could probably aid humans.
The first thing we did, was make a rule that John go barefooted. To help him overcome his shame at exposing his feet, we took turns washing them. This helped alleviate the problem. Removing dead skin through bathing and exposing his feet to light and air restored his confidence and he walked about with much higher head. It turned out John had even been too ashamed to seek public aid. He resorted to begging and living off of trash. Whatever his crimes, it seemed wrong John had to still pay by living his burdened life style. As much as keeping his feet exposed raised him up, it did not take care of the lesions that persisted on his soles. It was obvious that he would need medical attention. As much as we desired living away from society, Gail took it upon herself to guide John through Public Welfare system and get him needed medical aid. After a few weeks we helped John with bus fare so he could return to his family home. Apparently he had not been there for years. It seemed the free spirit at our farm commune guided us to helping the stranger.