My two sisters did the right thing, pioneering straight out of school, janitoring to pay for the petrol (one didn't even bother with her final year of school). It was this kind of fine example that got me guilt-tripped into auxiliary pioneering just after getting baptised at age 20. I only lasted six months; I took a holiday in Queensland and returned not knowing much more about life but at least that it's bigger than my little congregation. I despised the field service, I dreaded the daily schedule and every morning I was on my way out there was this awful countdown from the alarm going off to the first door opening, knowing that it's just a big setup to another depressing humiliation. One Saturday morning for the first time in three years I didn't get up to start the day in field service group in the lounge room. It felt so good that I never did it again, and I was instantly inactive.
What pushed you in, and then pushed you out?