by journey-on 24 Replies latest jw friends
My last day in field circus, hmmmmmmmmmm what , maybe 9 years ago? My last meeting was a circuit assembly. November 2004. I had been re-instated for 5 months. I was with my new wife of 1 year 3 months. I was ignored by many old friends and had a sister I had known for 30 years cuss me under her breath. I told my wife, THAT"S IT! She told me I should never have gone back to get re-instated. Family necesesity on my part. I DON'T MISS A %&(^$# THING. THANK YOU
NMG
Ya, I remember it, it was cool. I was with a new guy in our hall around my age, a year younger I believe, one of those asses that pretends to be all spiritual but does the bad shit behind everyone's ass...er back . Anyway, I knew I was leaving at the end of the month, yes I was in for about 3 weeks after I decided to leave, only because I was moving at the end of the month anyway so why make any fuss?
It was country territory, as was 80% of this congregation's territory. So service this day consisted of driving a minute to two to each farm/house, and a pair getting out while the other pair stayed in the car and watched. It was cool because it meant you only had to take every 4th house/farm.
So we go up to the door, him and I are working together, and my step-grandmother and his mother are the other pair, I come up to the door and pretend to knock, but just stop my knuckles a couple millimetres before the door repeatedly. Then I stop and look at him. He doesn't know how to respond, and gives me a nervous smile. I say "they'll never be able to tell I'm not really knocking" then he laughs a bit. I can't stop smiling. In my entire life of twenty years I'd never though of thinking about doing something like that. So he's kind of smiling a bit but I got a huge puppy grin on my face. They ask what's so funny, I just brush it off as nothing.
I did that the entire morning, he never did though, which is another reason he's an ass. If he didn't believe the truth and did all the stuff I knew he was doing, that's one thing. Obviously he really did believe it, so he's got no integrity or loyalty.
By the way, the reason I call this new guy an ass even though I don't know him is because he's connected to someone I truly dispise, my old stonemason boss. When I started working for him he paid me nine dollars an hour. Since this guy that moved there related to me that the same guy offered him seventeen dollars an hour to start since they were friends, yeah...that's basically it. I worked 6 months before even asking for a raise, and I got a measely buck. Truly, to put this in perspective, I could have flipped burgers at McDonalds for even more than that, and I wouldn't have destroyed most of the cartilage in my right knee cap, dislocated two discs in my back and twisted three lower vertabrae in 35degree angles, and would have a lot more options open to me now... these injuries are chronic.
That's my last day in service.
That must have felt really nice. I don't remember my last time in field circus. It probably was street work at the sobre ruedas.
I was with some old timers. When we stopped for break, someone asked us for a little money for food. The others thought it was wrong to give beggars money. I usually avoid that too, but he looked pretty hungry so I gave him some french fries. The others just lectured him on how they were on a fixed income and couldn't spare anything. I thought about how hypocritical it was to burn gas in service, but not be willing to show kindness.
I don't remember my last day in field circus, but I sure do remember my last meeting. I was trying to hang in there and continue to make a show even though I no longer believed. During the Sunday talk, the brother read a scripture from Psalms about listening to Jehovah, and then said to the congregation in an entreating manner, "Brothers! Please! Listen to the organization." Well that did it for me. I had been coming home from every meeting about to gag on what I had heard, but that topped it all. That scripture said nothing about an organization at all, only Jehovah. I went home and told my husband, "I'm done. I can't stand to listen to that any more." I have never looked back.
Remember my last Thursday night meeting like it was last week
I did not know any JW scandals at that time, but I remember thinking, this is horseshit!
I left soon after it was over, and knew I would never return. and I haven't.
My last meeting was the 2004 Memorial.
I walked out and swore to God that I would never return to a place where so many people were rejecting Him by refusing to eat His flesh and drink His blood.
no, I don't. It has been a long time. Just as well. I don't really want that shit floating around in my brain.
My last regularly scheduled meeting was January 25 2007.
I remember the conversation I had with the School Overseer that I wouldn't be around to do the talk he had me scheduled for in March. In retrospect I wonder why I even bothered to do that. Hmmm, I must not be an asshole.
Other than that it was a normal near-coma experience of Thursday TMS/SM.
I went to one "Special Assembly" and the 2007 District Convention after that, but in a completely different fashion, as an ex-JW. I have nothing against going there again, who knows someone might invite me and I might feel like going. It's something to do, and I'm impulsive as hell. The conventions are such a force of habit plus as an ex-JW they are just so entertaining to me, I'll probably go to one this year... I have no plans to cause trouble anymore as in the past, but going to one of those drunk and baked out of my mind would probably be very good for my heart!
that I was in service? No. Twenty plus years ago.
The last meeting? Yes. I was 22 and had been out for a few years but decided to go to a Memorial. I had no intention of returning though the parents were thrilled. A few stares, some snubs, a few welcomes. One guy I knew came up and asked if I was there because I wanted to come back or just because I wanted to please my parents. What a knob, I thought. Haven't been back since. The parents still ask, still mention the "special" talk, this sister or that muscian brother, etc. I keep telling them it's not gonna happen. Then we leave it be for awhile. Strange.
