One evening around 6:00 p.m. I got up from taking a nap and just decided, "hey, I'm going to throw all the books and crap away." I loaded all of it except the 1999 WT CDROM into my little car (I didn't pack anything in boxes - just carried the books in stacks to the car) and drove it over to the trash dumpster in my apartment complex. I was feeling on top of the world because I was letting it all go. Then after about the third trip to the dumpster with a stack of bound volumes, I looked in a different direction and noticed a car full of Witnesses sitting there watching me. I got nervous, but was determined to keep up the trashing of the literature. Afterward, I felt good that I did now allow their presence to keep me from moving on with this important step, that ultimately meant moving on with my life. Needless to say the irony of the whole situation was funny.