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ndani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 141
provocative poses, making sure that everyone could see their bulging muscles and
other attributes. The same applied in the gym. The best time of the day was always
commandeered by a small group of heavy weights and some of their hangers-on.
One of these hangers-on was a rather weak looking character and I wondered how
he got into this inner sanctum, until one day he was listed to have an interview with
me, and he proudly showed me his ‘little black book’ containing the names of the
men he had prostituted himself to.
I used to spend quite a bit of time at Fulham chatting with a prisoner who was there
as a result of being nabbed by the Federal Police for trafficking drugs from Thailand.
He was a talented artist and he was permitted to stay in his room through the day so
that he could paint. I loved his work, but unfortunately none of the staff, nor myself or
visitors were allowed to either buy or receive his works as a gift, because it could be
seen as a possible bribe for favours.
Although I often struggled with my own inner demons, and found it hard to accept
that there was anything extraordinary about me, I still slowly developed an
understanding of myself and an acceptance of the fact that I had an instinctive ability
to do two things: I was able to pick up what people were telling me and analyze it
and put it together with my own intuitive perception of the situation and often be able
to go directly to where the real problem lay. The other thing was that I had a truly
compassionate heart and an understanding of people’s feelings.
In 1995 I decided to retire. This decision was made easier because of the problems
that I was having at the Latrobe Family Support Centre as I have mentioned above. I
turned 60 that year and retirement seemed like a good idea at the time. However,
when someone from the Interchurch Trade and Industry Mission (ITIM) phoned to
say that they were having trouble filling an industrial chaplain’s position at the
Yallourn Power Station, and could I help out, I agreed. After all I was not due to
receive an age pension until I was 65
provocative poses, making sure that everyone could see their bulging muscles and
other attributes. The same applied in the gym. The best time of the day was always
commandeered by a small group of heavy weights and some of their hangers-on.
One of these hangers-on was a rather weak looking character and I wondered how
he got into this inner sanctum, until one day he was listed to have an interview with
me, and he proudly showed me his ‘little black book’ containing the names of the
men he had prostituted himself to.
I used to spend quite a bit of time at Fulham chatting with a prisoner who was there
as a result of being nabbed by the Federal Police for trafficking drugs from Thailand.
He was a talented artist and he was permitted to stay in his room through the day so
that he could paint. I loved his work, but unfortunately none of the staff, nor myself or
visitors were allowed to either buy or receive his works as a gift, because it could be
seen as a possible bribe for favours.
Although I often struggled with my own inner demons, and found it hard to accept
that there was anything extraordinary about me, I still slowly developed an
understanding of myself and an acceptance of the fact that I had an instinctive ability
to do two things: I was able to pick up what people were telling me and analyze it
and put it together with my own intuitive perception of the situation and often be able
to go directly to where the real problem lay. The other thing was that I had a truly
compassionate heart and an understanding of people’s feelings.
In 1995 I decided to retire. This decision was made easier because of the problems
that I was having at the Latrobe Family Support Centre as I have mentioned above. I
turned 60 that year and retirement seemed like a good idea at the time. However,
when someone from the Interchurch Trade and Industry Mission (ITIM) phoned to
say that they were having trouble filling an industrial chaplain’s position at the
Yallourn Power Station, and could I help out, I agreed. After all I was not due to
receive an age pension until I was 65
