Having been raised by Gilead graduate parents with a father who held all the top positions as long as I can remember, my moment came at a daylong MS school. I expected something important to be brought out, something I didn't know. I spent the entire day waiting and it turned out to just be another meeting.
What really did it for me was what happened at the end. Another MS got up and read a letter to the WTS. I don't know who composed or when it was done, but I remember it being fairly long and it was singing the praises of the WTS for this wonderful arrangement etc etc etc. I thought that was such a pile of BS, as it was just another meeting. If this letter was written by the obviously brownnosing elder wannabe who read it, I have no idea when he would have had time to write it and how he got to read it in the first place if he did. I still wonder about where that letter came from, I remember it sounding like a something coming from Brooklyn. But one thing for sure, it made me realize that I didn't fit in this organization. I still thought it was the truth, but I just didn't fit in.
I lived with guilt and then came the internet. I read things that made me start to question, and then I read the reviews of C of C on Amazon, got the book secretly and it was all over.
