Back in 1969, when I got baptized, there wasn't the rampant fear of "apostates" that the Society has stirred up today, and I was young and dumb, so I remember taking some pamphlets from a guy outside Yankee Stadium during the International Convention. Actually, ended up with quite a collection of what my pioneer friend called "evil slave literature" before I went home. Of course, he suggested that i ditch it, but I refused. Even then, I was pretty sensitive to being told what I should and shouldn't read. Over the years, the mind control kicked in to some extent, but on the occasions when I did get rid of non-witness or "apostate" literature, it was more because of peer pressure than because of any sense that I was doing anything wrong. I always figured that if we had the truth, it should stand up to any counter-argument.
Years later, I remember sitting in my car in the parking lot at the Natick Assembly Hall during a circuit assembly, with a couple of friends (at least one of whom has since served as an elder), listening to a Bill Cetnar tape. I believe it was the one on "Wise and Foolish Virgins".
I guess maybe I was too intellectually rebellious to remain a JW all my life?
Tom
"The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure; to live it you had to explode." ---Bob Dylan