Thanks for sharing. Great photo - Pictures tell the whole story.
Peace - LL :)
by new light 14 Replies latest watchtower child-abuse
Thanks for sharing. Great photo - Pictures tell the whole story.
Peace - LL :)
the question that needs to be asked is "where is he now?" I submit the following;
I'm glad there are very few pictures of me in my meeting clothes. I remember one in particular. I was made to get dressed for the meeting. I hated meeting clothes. I permanently have unhappiness attached to any kind of dress clothes. Anyway, if getting ready for the meeting wasn't enough, my parents wanted to take a picture of me in my meeting clothes. I protested. I didn't want anyone to see me dressed like that! I looked stupid, and I hated being dressed up because it meant two hours of boredom. I couldn't stand having people tell me how nice I looked. I didn't want to look nice, I wanted to look normal!
Anyway, back to the picture. I was told to smile while the picture was being taken. I had just finished crying, and I wasn't going to smile. I refused. I wasn't happy, why should I smile? My parents tried nice stuff like "We're sending this to grandpa! If he sees you dressed up all nice, he'll send you money!" I didn't want money, I wanted to get the fxxx out of those clothes and stay home. They tried yelling at me to smile, they tried threatening me, and none of it worked.
The picture was taken. I didn't smile. It wasn't sent to grandpa.
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So cute!!! There's something about a little boy in a suit that's just adorable. However, I understand the bad memories that picture will bring to some, especially if it was YOU in the suit! I always felt sorry for Jackson out in service in the hot Texas sun in long pants, shirt and tie -- he has eczema and was uncomfortable anyway without adding all that stuff on him. However, one of the last times we went out in service (and I've told this one before but will tell it again 'cause it's cute) I was egging him along with the promise of a snow cone when we finished the last few houses. Jackson was about 5 years old. A man came to the door, Jackson gave him a tract, I started my presentation, and then Jackson interrupted with: "Know what?" to the householder. I said, "what, darling?" (thinking that he was going to say something about the tract and the Paradise). Jackson said, authoritatively: "If you eat a blue snow cone your poop turns green." (It does too; most startling.) I burst out laughing, but the householder obviously didn't have a sense of humor, so we left with me still chuckling and thinking that we had done one door too many.
Nina