I was going through old family photos last night and it's just so apparent. The early photos of me show a happy normal kid always smiling and just, well, normal. Then, when I was 5, my mom became a witness hook, line and sinker and there is just an obvious difference that I can see in my photos. All of a sudden comes the isolation that so many of us felt as well as the fear of watching the sudden destruction of everything in front of your very eyes "any day now". It takes it's toll.
Now, I understand that there have always been those that have suffered infinitely more than I have and of course I don't mean just JW's. The suffering of people is an unfortunate constant but that whole "but for the grace of god...." thing only goes so far. Personal happiness and contentment can be based on the suffering of others. Well, unless you happen to be a serial killer I suppose. I'm rambling, shut me up!