I was raised as a witness. My mother got baptized right after she divorced my dad and was very strict. Growing up as a witness I had problems understanding why we couldn't celebrate Christmas. Not really so much as a doctrine thing but why we couldn't accept the gifts even from our own relatives. Over the years I have taken note of how unfriendly most witnesses are and also there seems to be quite a bit of dissent and new light changes all the time. The final blow for me was when my sister died a few years ago from not taking blood. I knew once and for all that the whole thing was a (sham). Brian'