Ok, this story is about one of my earthly friends (not me because I'm up in heaven and everything) and can't help but laugh my ass off at it everytime I think of it. This guy is about as big of an apostate as you can possibly get. He was born and raised a JW but stopped going as soon as he possibly could and now just about everyone knows he's an apostate. Even when he was a JW he wasn't a very good one and was almost always considered bad association.
So anyway, the town this guy lives in has this HUGE fair every fall for a whole week and on the last night its not unusual to get almost 200,000 people walking up and down this one stretch of street that's closed off for the week. My friend (not me of course) is walking by some food booths when he sees his one and only old JW girlfriend. The last time he (not me) had talked to her it had been a few years back (he hadn't been to a meeting in a couple years) and she was very much DF'd then for "lose conduct." They had dated when they were both good little witnesses and it just didn't work out but they stayed friends because they did get along well. She ended up getting disfellowshipped and moved in with a couple other girls who had been DF'd and lived in the same apartment complex so they hung out from time to time even though he was still a JW and she was DF'd. So anyway, my friend (not me) runs into this girl at the fair and starts talking to her and starts going on about "how great it is to be out of that fucking cult!!!" (exact words). As it turns out her husband was there with her (this is how he ((not me)) finds out she's now married) and they start talking some. My friend (not me) asks her husband how much he knows about all the JW crap and he says that he was a Bethel for a while. Well hey, if you're married to Jamie and served at Bethel that means that "Hey, congratulations man, you've really turned apostate!" (once again, my friend's exact words). So anyway, they catch up a little bit and my friend (not me) continues to say just about every horrible thing he (not me) can about the JW's and then walks on to get some more vodka.
A couple days later my friend (not me) calls his best friend Shawn who just happens to be DF'd for apostacy to tell him about running into Jamie. Shawn is just amazed at all of it. Why? Because Jamie and her husband talked to my friend (not me) at all. As it turns out after my friend (not me) stopped going to the meetings Jamie went back, got reinstated, and was now married to a guy who is a lifelong die hard JW who may (couldn't remember) by a MS. A few weeks later Shawn heard through his mom who still talks to him that it seems that Jamie and her new husband were so suprised that my friend (not me) would even speak to them they just went along with it because they had no idea what to do and right after they talked Jamie and husband left the fair. Not too long after that the local needs talk was about avoiding apostates and it was mentioned that good little JW's should limit their time at wordly events because apostates may be there and you should avoid them at all costs.
The moral of the story is that if you see one of your old friends out in public somewhere, go say hi and trash the Borg every chance you get. What's the worst that could happen? There'll be a local needs talk about avoiding you is about all they can do!!!!!
Edited by - Jesus Christ on 21 July 2002 12:24:49