My Wife and I left after trying for three years to reconcile JW teachings with reality. This was in 1966.
Vietnam was a killing field then and I lost my pioneer ministerial deferment and I was now exposed to the draft. I thought my timing sucked.
A year or two later 1975 was promoted as The Year the balloon goes up and I seriously thought my timing double sucked.
'The Friends' and family took every occasion......... family dinners, weddings, funerals, stuff we couldn't get out of, to remind us the end was near. We were once a golden couple acclaimed by one and all for our wisdom and dedication, now we were the 'other'........ of little value.
Our son was born in 1967 and because that was now a deferment the draft was off the table. Things were looking up.
We relocated to Florida, if your going to be poor....... be poor where people go to vacation. I picked up work mainly in Real Estate Sales the only thing I had any training in from my JW pioneer years. I had a suit, kept my shoes shined, could look someone in the eye and pretend I was interested in what they were saying. Somehow or other I was a decent sales person.
I did make money during the Florida boom years, we made friends that we still have.
1975? It came and went. By then we had totally forgotten that the big A was supposed to happen. How silly of us to have once believed.
Told my son what those years were like and thanked him for saving me from the draft.
He thanked me for saving him from the JW's.
A lot of great years, a life lived with love. Modest accomplishments. A life waking up next to the same women every morning since then.