Being told by a Pentecostalist woman that I would be fried in the Great Frying Pan of God.
Being told by a Pentecostalist woman that we did not sing at our meetings.
Being told by a Pentecostalist man that we did not pray at our meetings.
Being told by many that I do not believe in Jesus.
Being told by some people that I believe that Jesus walks the earth right now.
Being told by a Pentecostalist man that I believe not in the Bible, but in 7 books.
Being told by quite a few that I will burn in hell.
Being told by my father that I was better off as a drug addict, because for them there is hope of quitting.
Being told by a Pentecostalist man that Satan's Evil Look was staring at him thru my eyes.
Being told by a Pentecostalist youth friend of mine that he would soon get a van, because he had prayed to Jesus for one.
Being told by the parent of one of my son's classmates that it was no wonder my son turned a drug addict, since I was his father.
Oh, there are many horrible things I've been told while being a Witness.