Rav, last time I saw them come to my door I jumped under the desk. Seriously. Then I thought about it and realized that not only did they not know me, they could not hurt me.
I answered the door and shook. I tried to ask them questions about molestors, women in subjection (one of my favs~~), and why armageddon did not occur in 1975.
They had ready answers. I fired back, however, since I was so nervous at actually speaking to them, I probably was incoherent. They left me the mags and asked if they could come back. I declined.
That was about 1 1/2 years ago. After I found this site and was armed and ready. I still got nervous enough to jump under my desk! Me! I hid! I forgot most of what I had read and had ready to slam them with.
I have been out for 20 years, live in a different state and no one here (except DantheMan) knows me. That is the effect they have.
It is amazing the affect seeing JWs can have.
Last year I was in Chicago visiting my mom. We went to Portillo's (logansrun will know Portillo's) and got a hot dog. As we were sitting down, there were a group of dubs, just getting back from service. It was Saturday. This was a group I recognized from 20 years ago. I knew these people. We were in her service territory.
My mother, knowing they would shun/be shocked/be horrified/etc. that she was with me, said Hi and pushed me to a table. I asked why she didn't stop to chat? Oh, let them eat in peace. I was glad.
My initail reaction on seeing people I grew up with and had not seen in 20 years was BARF....I almost threw up!! I just could not talk. I can still see Brother Belmonte, looking up at me. I knew he recognized me and saw the look on his face. APOSTATE!!!!
UGH!!!