I was painfully shy as a child. Enrolling in the Theocratic Ministry School and going door-to-door, answering questions at the meetings helped me get over my shyness.
Preparing talks (the old fashioned way, not the canned delivery they use now) helped me learn to do research, which helped me with school assignments and later with work-related assignments.
Being around people of different races and backgrounds and being taught that we were all on equal footing with God, taught me to treat people with respect regardless of their race or nationality. I have relatives who make racial slurs, and because my immediate family were JWs, those comments always bothered me.
Being a JW kid, I had to face issues at school that most adult JWs - particularly those who converted to JWs - never had to face: being criticised for not singing the national anthem, having to be excused from morning exercises at school, being pulled to my feet by the hair at the nape of my neck by a teacher who thought I was being disrespectful of the flag by sitting quietly, being sent to the principal's office and getting the strap for refusing to participate in the Grade 3 art class where we had to make Christmas decorations, just to name a few. All of those things taught me that it was OK to stand up for your beliefs, even if other people disagreed with me. Even, as it turns out, if I was wrong. They were also very humbling (humiliating) experiences, and I learned to develop a tough skin, that I'd live through things that seemed at the time to be the worst possible thing that could ever happen to me.
When I left the JWs, I learned that there was life beyond the WTS and the JWs; that I could be successful and happy without them. That living well is the best revenge.
Love, Scully