JW me: I recently read a letter I wrote my parents about their possible deaths at Armageddon. I was so loving about how they would die and not be there with us kids. They were good, law abiding citizens, generous and loving and I was full of shit. That letter truly showed how deluded I was. What a drone I was for the GB.
Me now: They are dead anyway of advanced age and illness. Here I am looking my own mortality in the eye feeling betrayed by my own credulity. Even so, I am not bitter or angry. I do dislike the religion and will expose it at every opportunity so as to protect others. I have my loves and joys. Things are good.