male
68 years old
baptized at 10
My early life I wanted to be a scientist.
I saved my allowance for 4 years to buy a quality microscope from edmund scientific at the age of 11.
I loved that microscope. It was 300x. I looked at everything with it. I made slides of everything I could
I would gaze for hours at microorganisms floating in pond scum.
At the age of 12 I built my own weather station out of milk cartons, my sisters hair (hygrometer), I learned the various cloud formations that help me predict weather better than I can get off the weather channel today.
At 12 I started rock collecting. ON our family vacations to the west coast I would stop and dig in the dirt for rocks I would later identify and assemble into a decent rock collection that I still have.
I hardly read any fiction that wasn't required by my school.
My nose was always buried in science books like 1,2,3 Infinity. Design of the Universe. The education of T.C. Mits (The common man in the streets)
When I heard there was a comet that would only be visible with a 30 power telescope I scavenged some eyepieces from my microscope combined them with a good magnifying glass so I could see my first comet. I even brought that makeshift telescope to the kingdom hall to show some of the other kids the comet. They weren't very interested and made fun of me.
At 13 I made my own wilson cloud chamber so I could see the tracks of cosmic rays.
I devoured Scientific American.
My 8th grade science teacher let me stay after school and use the schools glassware (beakers and retorts) to do experiments in organic chemistry.
My 8th grade science teacher also took me to the local meeting of the geological society on the first Tuesday of every month. Even though we had a book study in our home my parents understood my passion and let me skip the meeting.
I was put in the accelerated science program that was started because Russia lauched Sputnik.
In 9th grade I built a chamber for determining how much CO2 was absorbed by plants in the sunlight vs. dark.
IT all came to a halt that year.
I picked up on the anti-education atmosphere at the Kingdom Hall. All the experiences of people turning down scholarships to pioneer, go to Bethel or Giliead.
I wanted to live forever so I could pursue research forever.
I gave my first hour talk at the age of 17. I became the school overseer at 18.
When I told my witness parents I was going to pioneer they were disappointed. They knew my passion for science and learning.
They encouraged me to go to College because they felt I needed that and wouldn't be happy doing anything else.
After 9th grade I more or less quit pursuing good grades because I knew I wouldn't go to college.
I was a 3rd generation JW going back to Russells day.
Even though my parents were willing to pay for my college education I didn't listen to them. I only listened to the Watchtower.
I have become old. I don't believe in God. I became atheist in my outlook even without the "corrupting" influence of the University.
Doing janitorial work and washing windows and trying out various multi-level marketing programs I have lived someone else's life.
I am living a life of a bunch of people all of whom are dead and rotting just like their extinct doctrines.
The moral of this story is that parents need to be careful about the direction the organization is giving to their young children. At some point those kids will be the property of the organization and will do as they tell them. Even if you changed your mind they may not change theirs.
'I will say one thing. After seeing how botched up my life is my kids have pursued advanced degrees and no longer claim to be JW's.
I not mad at the Watchtower for robbing me of my life. I am mad at the Watchtower for robbing me of the "meaning" of life.
A person's "vocation (calling) is nature defining your life's work. I ignored my true nature.