Same story. I was a natural public speaker. I could have 'em rolling in the aisles one minute, and wiping away tears the next. I could make 'em believe that JC and all 12 of the boys were going to show up for a covered dish any evening and we'd all better be ready.
But I was also in college and that was a no no, even though the congregation overseer was a college graduate AND my uncle.
And like most JWs, I despised going in service. I'd do the usual, like get a territory card as far away as I could find. Go by a laundromat and slow down to about 80 and throw in an old book, like the LG. Then I'd drive to this remote territory at 12 miles an hour, make one call at one door, and drive back to town at 12 miles an hour. I usually did this alone, or with my main squeeze at the time, so frequently after we got our time started, we'd find a secluded little nook somewhere and grouse in the goody for an hour or three.
"You're a natural speaker," they'd tell me. You could be giving talks at district assemblies if you'd just get on the ball. Well, that was the last thing I wanted. I had other agenda to deal with at assemblies and it had nothing to do with giving any damned talks. Not with all that new, fresh, strange, squeeze walking around all over the place.
Screw 'em.
francois