You have a point there perhaps because my exit was rather bizarre itself. I had forgotten that the next Sunday following my announced exit from the body of elders I was scheduled to deliver the public talk in Ames Iowa. I had no intention of ever setting foot inside a Kingdom Hall again.
The presiding overseer, a nice fellow, did not yet know my inner feelings and how strong they were and he approached me and asked me, he even begged me to go ahead with that assignment in Ames.
I can't even remember the subject of that public talk but I do remember that it didn't offend my conscience at the time. As I looked out over the audience during the discourse I felt pity for the folks in those chairs. I also pitied myself, in a sense feeling like Judas Iscariot. It was the very last meeting I ever attended.