I spent a year in the Bindery, sat at the Governing Body Table, met Bro. Knorr shortly before he died. George Gangas (total maniac) took me via subway to my first meeting in NY which was a circuit assembly. He was a crazy little man...ran everywhere as if he was late for a very important appointment and acted as if his every utterance and very presence was of utmost importance to the world. I kept thinking "What's wrong with this guy? He was very tiny and seemed to enjoy his reputation as a "Dynamo" The train stopped and he dashed across the platform and because he was so little I couldn't see him in the crowd. He boarded another train before I could see where he went, leaving me to find my way through the city on my own. I wound up getting off at the wrong stop and had to walk for hours, in my meeting clothes and bookbag, through various rough ethnic neighborhoods. I walked very purposfully, no one bothered me, they just look dumbfounded and stepped aside as I walked down the streets looking for a subway station. He never even checked later to see what happened to me.
Even though I had all my money stolen out of my room and met some real odd balls, as one does when looking back through the years, I still think of my Bethel experience as a good one, mostly because of the other guys my age I befriended and just being18 and in New York. I knew then that all wasn't as it should be with this religion but hung in there anyway hoping I'd get it one day. Years later when I went back, it kind of gave me the creeps just being there again.