If this has been done before, and I'm sure it has been, I'd like to post this anyway.
"The Day After".
Before:
Well, I didn't leave the Empire over "doubts", I was simply another JW teenage burnout. I went from regular-auxiliary pioneer to publisher to weak to irregular to inactive in an accelerating spiral. I finally ignored the local elders' docrine that I should work for my JW dad in his landscaping business and found work elsewhere. That made me some worldly friends. Soon I was smoking and drinking. After a public reproof for smoking, I began to ever so slowly drift away.
Towards D-Day, I was inactive in field service for the last two months or so and never commented at meetings. I showed up right before the meeting started and left as soon as it was over.
Two days before D-Day, I was busted. My parents found an incriminating letter I was going to mail to a friend and my dad told me I had to move out.
D-Day. I went to the JC meeting in work clothes.
The Day After.
I left the JC meeting and went to work. After work, I went out with my buddies from work and drank to the occasion. A day or two later, I went out with my best friend to the mall and I smoked openly and flirted with worldly girls. I remember sitting on a bench and just savoring the moment as I looked at Kevin smiling and happy that his best friend was finally free.
I could go on with the aftermath, but it's really beside the point. I just wanted to share that one shining moment. Now it's y'all's turn, what's your "The Day After" story?
mike.
"The Day After" What's your story?
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