truth_b_known6 hours ago
That is pretty awesome, Terry!
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I appreciate your kind words.
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About a year and a half ago, I finally located one of my cherished mentors from prison days.
We all pretty much lost touch with each other and that's lamentable.
I knew this brother was extremely zealous. I was reluctant to speak to him--unless--he had faded.
Asking around over a period of months I heard rumors - confidential, of course - he was unbuckling the straitjacket of Watchtower indentured servitude.
I plunged in and took a chance.
We had a terrific conversation. That is - for about ten minutes. Then, he dropped some "Jehovah" phrases of praise and my heart sunk low.
Big sigh.
I decided I'd break off and tell him I'd continue with an e-mail.
After we hung up - I sent him the most sincere letter I could manage to compose explaining my transition from the days of imprisonment up to the time I left the Organization forever. I kept it personal rather than ranty.
I told him I was including the PDF of my book and highlighted that he was fondly mentioned inside.
"If you decide you'd be comfortable continuing our talk - please either call me or e-mail."
That's how I left it.
Naturally, I heard nothing.
Then, a some months back, I came across the Obituary mentioning his death.
I cried.
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(From my FACEBOOK post that day)
ANOTHER FRIEND BITES THE DUST
Just got word one of my favorite friends died a year ago!
He remained a devout Jehovah's Witness--so--he could not/would not speak to me. I loved him very much.
We were in prison together.
He was my mentor. He was an intellectual firebrand.
When I was assaulted, he's the one who went to prison authorities and snitched. (I refused to do it.)
It was he, Tollie Padget, who gathered six of the toughest looking JW's and surrounded my assailant and gave him a good talking to. (I smile at that...we were there as non-violent folks, you see. Words were our only weapons.)
Tollie showed me what a Great Teacher was all about.
I patterned myself as closely as possible after him.
Tollie was 3 years older than the rest of us. He was a college graduate with, I think, a degree in Physics.
He had given up Science to become a JW. He attended the JW Missionary school, Gilead. He served as a missionary in Chile until he became too ill to continue.
What a guy!
Four years after we were paroled, the END of 6,000 years of human existence was supposed to happen--immediately followed by the Thousand Year Reign of Christ.
(Spoiler Alert: it didn't happen.)
I turned away from the cult and pursued the Art career end of things. Tollie didn't flinch.
Just think about that, will you?
His religion predicted THE END and he remained another 40 years thinking it was going to come "soon."
I called Tollie on the phone about 2 or 3 years ago.
I heard rumors he was mentally free of the religion.
He was happy to hear my voice.
We chatted for about fifteen minutes until---
He said something or other--it was the statement of a devout True-Believer!
Oh, no.
I made an excuse to go and promised to e-mail him.
You see...
I just didn't want to have "THAT" conversation with him.
You know, the one where I'm an Apostate and he has to disconnect from me because I'm going to die at Armageddon?
Yeah.
I wrote him instead and included a copy of my prison biography--(with a chapter on Tollie).
I invited him to read it and we'd discuss things---If he so chose.
He did not.
Now...he's gone. So many of my band of Brothers are dead and gone. They died waiting on the bus that doesn't come.
Wherever you are, Tollie my good friend--I love you