I have just had a holiday. I don't get many so this was special. I went to Italy. I saw carts in all the touristy places in Florence and also in Pisa. I also saw brothers standing holding up magazines and as we walked by they said ' free magazine.'
I felt sorry for them, I really did. I almost took a magazine off one brother because he looked like he really didn't want to be there all by himself, holding up magazines.
It was also the first holiday for me since I left the JWs. I went in all the churches, they were beautiful. I also didn't spend the entire flight in fervent prayer as I used to do, because I'm a nervous flyer. I just embraced everything with a what will be, will be attitude. For the first time I really enjoyed the flight. In fact, I had the best time, I really did.
It made me realised what a nervous wreck the Watchtower had made me. I was always so, so worried about everything. It made life the opposite of enjoyable.
One morning, I watched a little girl chasing a bird. She was a sweet little thing and I thought to myself, according to witnesses if that little girl doesn't have JW parents she's going to be slaughtered very soon. How utterly cruel to even think that?