Wingcommader - you are better then me. I would've cussed that COBE out!!!!
Just Sharing a couple of experiences I heard in the last day or two about ones leaving the Borg.
by Crazyguy 14 Replies latest jw experiences
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millie210
WingCommander your story touched me deeply the first time I heard it. It is no less powerful hearing it again now.
My heart aches for how your mother was treated and for you as her son all alone in that parking garage.
In my being new here, when I read your story I began to realize how very many painful, horrific acts have been committed by this religion and its little enforcers the elders.
Your story made me feel less alone and less indignant.If you could handle this then maybe I could handle my sorrow. I guess it was sort of a turning point for me.
I am glad you wrote your experience out again. I hope it helps another "newbie" like it did me.
Oh and Wing...your mom would be so proud of all you tried to do for her. You are a good son and a tribute to her memory.
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Oubliette
Crazyguy: So much love in the Borg
What's love got to do with it?
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berrygerry
Oubliette 20 minutes ago
What's love got to do with it?Crazyguy: So much love in the Borg
A lot.
( Love of money - if you're a wealthy widow Dub, you get lots of love. )
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WingCommander
Wow.....thanks Millie210. It's nice to know something I posted positively effected a new reader on here.
Honestly, I have many more experiences of my time growing up in the Org, that is just one of the more heartless ones. I don't miss that "Organization", not one bit. I was born into it, and all it did was take, Take, TAKE, and give absolutely NOTHING back in return.
In contrast, the very next day a van with my mother's so-called "worldly" co-workers showed up to visit my mother on her last coherent day on earth. Not one JW came. Not ONE. It was her nurse coworkers who took a day off, rented a van, and drove 250 miles to UVa Charlottesville to visit my mother, raise her spirits, thank her for her kindness, and then buy me lunch at the UVa cafeteria to relate stories of her to me. Of how she would always carry a small photo album of pictures of me in her purse, and show them to her friends. That she was proud of me. I hadn't met these people before, but they had watched me grow in her pictures. I cried into my salad. I was floored. And then......even then and there........I was amazed at the loving kindness and Christ-like love I was shown by them. And the JW's? No where to be found. Those same coworkers of course came to her funeral as well. The sisters my mother once used to work field service with couldn't be bothered.
I am so done with that heartless religion.