When my family was trying to do the fade (except for my elder dad). My father heard this 'wonderful' poem from the platform in a talk given by the C.O. got a copy and 'accidently' left it lying around
" Of all my years as a witness, the times are not always good, to many mistakes are being made. The brothers are not doing what they should. As, I look back now, there are times I recall, why I didn't even feel like going to the kingdom hall. The brothers showed no love, they didn't seem to care.. The elders were unyielding,demanding and unfair. Meetings were dull and boring. Feild service was a chore. There wasn't much of a pioneer spirit, while going dooor to door. It wouldn't get any better as I hoped it would, I knew the day was coming when I would leave Jehovah's house for good. But, happily it is so different now. Jehovah has been kind. He has allowed me a wonderful congergation to find. The spirit is so stong here, the brothers really care. I couldn't be more happy if I was anywhere. Life in Jehovahs organization is just as I would dream, but don't get me wrong; things are not as they seem. You see I'm part of the same congergation. I go to the same hall. I fellowship with the same brothers and sisters, elderbody and all. Now the changes that were made are not as they would seem, for all the changes made, were changes made in me. Now I love the whole brotherhood, no other one in the world to find. Instead of being critical, I try to be loving, forgiving and kind. I realize now, were all inperfect , it's plain to see. While I was learning to put up with my brothers, they were already putting up with me. We're all part of Jehovah's flock. That's where I want to be. Why if my brother's are good enough for Jehovah they're good enough for me.
Well, this poem didn't help my family or my dad!! It sounds good till you realize plain and simple this isn't ' Jehovahs org'!!!