Thanks for the feedback. I remember what insired me to write this. I was sitting in the Kingdom Hall one night and I looked around at all of the people. Lots of them had been witnesses for 30+ years. Most were sittling quietly listening to Brother Drytoast give a service talk. Many in the audience had an almost vacant expression on their faces. Not happy nor sad, just blank with no spark behind their eyes. There was one old brother who was sitting across from me who had become a witness in the late 1940's. He was in his 90's and I could tell that he was lost and confused but he couldn't say anything because he had invested his life in a lie.
I thought about my own upbringing and how I was sold a story that stole my future. I thought about my own little children and wondered how long of a ride they would take if I or their mother or both of us did not get off of the Bus.
SIAM