by Diest 51 Replies latest jw friends
For some reason January 24 1988 is what comes to mind. 17 years old, senior year in HS. Had to decide between: worldly dad/college/get destroyed in Armageddon;or get baptized/start pioneering in fall/live forever. Seemed like a good idea at the time. . .
Was also sick as a dog that day. Felt terrible, on all sorts of cold meds. Awful experience.
I cant remember the exact year but it was around the early seventies I like to think it was 73 on a saturday.
It was a warm summer day around 30CE. My cousin and I were hangin' out, skippin rocks by the river....
I was 11, that's all I remember. The most important date of my life was the day my son was born.
Sadly, I do. Not the exact date, but it was the District Convention of '91.
"It was a warm summer day around 30CE. My cousin and I were hangin' out, skippin rocks by the river...."
...and one of them hit this dude as his head came up out of the water. It hurt him so bad that he saw birdies... or so he said.
Oh. Sorry. I thought that this was the 'make up a story' post...
No, I don't remember when I got dunked. I think it was back last century sometime... maybe around '76 or so.
Regards,
Jim TX
