He was an older man. A man that I looked up to. He was also a business man who owned his own plumbing business. But he was a wise man. A man who told me many things. He related his knowledge to me, and how I looked up to him. He would tell me that neither him, nor me would ever die. The old man seemed quite fond of me.
He would make me very comfortable in his home whenever he related his knowledge to me. He would buy root beer for me to drink every Friday when we would sit down together, and I'd learn. I'd learn of many wonderful things that have happened in the past, and many wonderful things that would happen in the future.
A few years later, I left the old man. I became what he never wanted me to be. I disregarded everything that he taught me from his vast knowledge. He came to visit me one day and told me he loved me and missed me. I felt like a fool having this old man telling me his love for me.
I saw the old man again a few years later who again encouraged me to listen to all the things that he taught me from his vast knowledge. I couldn't help but feel guilty because I still looked up to him. He was still a very knowledgeable and wise man.
Another few years later, I had discovered something disturbing. I had discovered that the wise man's knowledge was made up of lies. However, the lies weren't of his own, but they were lies that were taught to him. These lies were related by him to many other people who came to look up to him. They also found him to be a very knowledgeable and wise man. However, he was wise and knowledgeable with lies.
Then he died. However, he didn't die as a wise an knowledgeable man. He died as an old businessman. His knowledge was invalid because it was all lies. His title of "wise" was stripped of him when I learned that he taught me lies. He then became just an old businessman. A businessman who had wasted his life with lies.
This businessman was a Jehovah's Witness.