I was hooked.. I sat as a cocky 13 year old when "The Truth" book was released with enthusiasm. Dad had a copy already in the bookcase at home... presented to him by workmates who had stolen it from a container in the London docks.
As I listened to the animated presentation by Ron Drage, I calculated that if each of us brought just 1 person in over the 6 months of studying... most of the world would be saved before Armageddon hit... pioneering was the only way to go!
My education was brilliant, I was one year ahead in Hight School.. I turned down a brilliant education in the Universities of Pau and the Sorbonne, forfeited the Vienna School of Music as a Clarinet player.
Instead I focused on '75... but did not fix on it, other than the constant talks telling us it would only be a little while longer. I enlisted as a Regular in 1972, into Bethel in 1978... hit a brick wall there and left disillusioned in '82.
I survived two more years before I walked out in January 1984.
Penniless, no commercial value.. in the depths of despair.. I went to step in front of a London bus, and end it all.
I turned back onto the pavement, packed my bags and left home.
I didn't speak to my folks for over two years ( I am so sorry Mum for those years - that is why had to go to the top of Sinai, kiss my hand at dawn, kissed my hand, held it against the rock and said "She is all yours - look after her")
I was baptized at 1.35pm 25 April 1971 by my own Father, my mother opposed for over 45 years)... Exactly 40 years to the day... I sat there as the Sun came over the horizon and ended the bitter struggle, this religion brought on our family.
But, I have not abandoned faith and hope that one day I will see my mother again.
Yes, they came, They Said, They left, and my Dad has finally realized his selfishness and the struggle we have all had.