I became one of Jehovah's Witnesses because of what I didn't do rather than for what I did.
What I didn't do was something I could not have done.
What was the thing I could not have done?
I could not have done this: ask the right questions and insist on the right answers.
Why couldn't I have done this? Because I didn't know anything.
Jehovah's Witnesses were unknown to me. Zip.
I heard about them through snide comments. I heard insinuations, quips, slurs and put-downs.
But, I had no hard information.
So, I investigated AS BEST I COULD.
I would have had to KNOW SOMETHING in particular, some salient and provable facts to pop the bubble.
But, all I had to go on was the slippery noodle of "interpretation".
JW's back then were really great at bible page flipping.
It looked impressive. I didn't understand most of it. But, it looked expert and competent.
They had ready answers! The were confient! The connected the dots!
They had a story, a product and a reward.
So....I just kept moving forward and making "friends". I put nagging intuitions on hold for "later".
Day follows night. The calendar pages fell and one day I was older and my whole world was surrounded by All-things-JW.
It had become MY WORLD.
So, I went ahead and got baptised.
I dug in. I tried to make it work. I really threw myself into being, thinking, doing and believing.
Post script: It didn't work out. (To be read as an understatement).
The only way I could have prevented becoming a JW would have been impossible because I simply didn't have the facts or the critical tools to meet
the relentless sales pitch with failed prophecies and flip-flops.