This morning I heard a faint knock at my door. I answered it to find two nicely dressed young women who I knew had to be JWs. They introduced themselves and offered me the latest magazines with the Awake being the one being most prominent. Their presentation was very brief; not like the long drawn out ones I learned as a child.
I wondered briefly if I should ask to be put on their Do Not Call List and decided not to bother. I politely declined the magazines with a friendly smile and they smiled back, wished me a good day and that was that.
That was the first time I had been contacted at the door. My husband had some visits in the past, he told me. These women were in their late teens or possible twenty. I didn't recognize them; either they were new to the congregation or they were children when I left. It was nine years ago this week that my DA finally took affect.
I think it was interesting the way they knocked at my door. My dog and my husband didn't even hear it. I just happened to. They didn't use my doorbell. They didn't use the door knocker. They just knocked faintly.
I feel like I have come a long way. I wasn't bitter or angry. I just kind of pitied them. I didn't see any point in taking out on them my grievances with the WTBTS. There was a time when I would have been furious with them. I guess I am well past that point. Instead I had great empathy for them. I remembered the many times when I gave a faint knock on other people's doors and hoped nobody was home. Maybe the JWs I treated politely today will be my friends at an apostafest in the future.
Tammy