Over the past few months I've found it hard not to feel anger and bitterness at wasting my youth on the watchtower , all the things I didn't do that I wanted to and will never be able to, at least not in the same way.
Learning my father is dying of cancer has not helped, I feel his life was wasted in the truth, he was only tring to do what he thought was right.I think of my parents as a young couple just married in 1972, and reciveing a call from two young witnesses of a similar age.They must have believed they had found something special that they could give to their children.
Sometimes I wish these things had not happened.
And yet would my life had been better if they hadn't?
Would my parents still have been together after 30 years, what would my childhood have been like if my dad had not learned to control his temper?Being a natural rebelious idividual how would I have turned out, knowing how most of my friends from school turned out?Would I have developed the qualities that I now value without by upbringing?Not worring about being different anymore?Would the paths I could have gone down been any better?I would certainly have not met my wife, and the experiences I have enjoyed as a result,my desire to now push myself and accomplish something great in my life may not have developed so strongly, the desire that may possible move me to success.
The Irony is that being brough up a witness has shaped my personallity, determined the people I have met and those I have avoided, maybe my life would not have been so could if those witnesses had never called on my parents.