Let's see, last meeting we attended at a KH was about 14 months ago. For some months prior to that we reported FS but did not go out. We showed up occasionally but went on "a study" with a little old lady who took the magazines but never read them, welcomed us into her lovely little house, poured us some tea and showed us her garden. Sometimes she showed us pictures of her children and grandchildren. And great grandchildren. She was either 92 or 96, she couldn't remember.
The last time I knocked on a door was probably in the late spring of 2003. We had been avoiding service, dragging our feet, putting in "token" time for a few months prior to that. On this day we found ourselves boxed in with no recourse but to go out with a group. My wife and I worked together. About 10 doors were "not at homes." Then a man came to the door, looked us up and down, and said, "Not interested." After he closed the door, I turned to my wife and said, "I don't blame him."
We walked back to our car, drove around the block until we saw a group of dubs standing on a street corner, pulled over and said we had to get going, and went to Starbucks. Over coffee, my wife said, "I don't know how much longer I can do this." We never went door to door again. We started skipping meetings. By fall, we were missing more meetings than we were attending. One Sunday, after we hadn't been to a meeting in three weeks, we showed up at the public talk and WT study, both of which made absolutely no sense to us at all. That was our last meeting.
We have not regretted leaving for one second.
