I just can't shake it. My deep down personal self-image is that I'm a JW. I was at my grandma's today in another city (she's Catholic), and lo and behold, they knock at the door. I answered it, and knew immediately who they were. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to tear them apart here. These were two really genuinely nice sisters who were out preaching in the cold in a mostly empty neighborhood, and I just felt sorry for them, and at the same time could totally relate.
I couldn't help but feeling like I was talking to FAMILY. Like these were my people. Probably two pioneers. They were looking for Deaf people in the area (probably from the local sign-language congregation.)
Anyway, whenever I run into JWs, I feel like I'm home again, and feel totally comfortable. Anyone else know what I mean? (By the way, I was raised a JW since age 2.)