I’ve been reading all these posts about Bethelites and Special Pioneers being kicked out in the street and being forced to get a job to provide for themselves.
And I’m trying to put myself in their situation and feel the emotions that must be going through their mind.
What if my wife and I both dropped out of school to pioneer and got married at 18. And what if we were very faithful in listening to “Everything” the organization says.
So we obey when they tell everyone that it would be better if young married couples held out on having kids and wait till the NEW ORDER.
And we obey when they tell everyone that it would be better if married couples work part time and pioneer.
And we obey when they tell everyone that it would be better if married couples move to pioneer where the need was greater.
And as the years pass by, we see couples our age having children, buying homes, enjoying grandchildren and saving for retirement.
And it kind of saddens us!
The years pass by and we are now in our 40s and going door to door by ourselves because the congregation we have been assigned to does not really support us. And my wife expresses sadness because she always wanted to have children and I try to comfort her with the words; “Jehovah will bless us hon.”
In our fifties we both lose our parents and we have deep feelings of regret that we didn’t spend much time with them when they were alive. And we are especially pained that we were not there the day they passed because we were told our assignment were more important.
We are now in our 60s and we are still here in this wicked system. My wife has been getting these pains in her abdomen and we decide to tell WT headquarters to see if they can help.
But before we have a chance we get a letter that we have been dismissed from Special Pioneering and I need to find a job.
We have no family alive to go to. So we stay where we are and I start looking for jobs at hamburger joints, landscaping, and construction, anything no matter how hard. But I keep hearing the same words;
“Your kind of old for the Job, so sorry!”
I never built up Social Security or any kind of net to fall on.
Then it happens, my wife starts having severe pains and I have to take her to the hospital. As I talk to admitting, the first thing they ask is;
“What Insurance do you carry?”
This causes a delay in admitting my wife but when she falls to the floor, they take her immediately but won’t let me go with her. I still need to explain why I have no insurance or a job. But thank goodness two elders arrive to help. I explain the situation to them so they can help. And their first words after I finished explaining the situation are;
“You know she can’t take blood, right”
As soon as they say those words the doctor comes in and tells me my wife is hemorrhaging internally and needs blood.
The elders immediately speak up and tell the doctor, “We are Jehovah’s Witness and don’t take blood.
And a battle of words between the elders and the doctor begins. Finally the doctor leaves in frustration. And 30 minutes later the doctor returns and tells me;
“I’m Sorry, your wife passed”
Now I’m in my late 60s and my wife is gone, I’m jobless, and have no family to turn to.
I go home all by myself to a dingy apartment. As the days pass by, I do odd jobs and I’m able to save some money. Yet I feel life is not worth living anymore. I’m thinking of ending my life because I just can live like this anymore. And those thoughts are getting more intense and more regular. So I buy a gun and get the internet to try to learn how to use it.
As I type in the search engine; “Learn to use a gun”
The computer screen is populated with different websites on guns. After an hour of reading and before I disconnect, I type in “Jehovah”
And the screen populates. One topic catches my attention.
“JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES TOOK MY WIFE”
I click, and that was the beginning of TTATT.
I spend hours and hours reading experience after experience of the deception, lies, and pain the GB has caused families.
I keep working and buy a rifle, keep working and buy a couple automatic rifles, I start stockpiling on ammunition.
A year and a half has passed since I found out ttatt.
I feed the stray cat that shows up at my door every morning. I get my back packs, my suitcases, and pick up my one way ticket and close the door behind me………………..
There are so many people that are being kicked out after sacrificing their life to the Borg.
All it takes is ONE