It's a wacko story, but here goes: When I was about 9 years old, my dad ran into his boss, a JW, doing street work. The boss persuaded my dad to have a "Bible study" in the Let God Be True book. My dad, the son of a country preacher, had never been interested in religion, but understood the value of "ass kissing" and having an inside track with the boss. After a few years, my dad got a great government job and discontinued the "Bible study."
A coupld of years after that, a friend of my dad's was killed in a coal mine cave-in. My dad had some kind of (probably drug-induced) "experience" that made him believe he had been present at his friend's judgment, and he stated that he knew his friend was in heaven. So, we started attending a large Baptist church near our house. The evangelist Jack Van Impe came to that church to have a revival. He gave two sermons against Jehovah's witnesses. Unfortunately, I knew that much of the stuff he sermonized about was not true.
As a result, after years away from any JW contact, I started feeling that there must be a reason why this wealthy evangelist felt so threatened by the little rag-tag groups of JW's in existence at that time. In my 15-year-old brain, I concluded that the JW's must be right and were being "persecuted" by the mighty, wealthy churches of Christendom. I started attending meetings and publishing. It went on for 17 years, until I could no longer tolerate my life as a JW.