When I was about 21yo I was on the door to door ministry with an older JW guy. We were working a tower block of flats. Door number 66 had an extra 6 scrawled on it. The other JWs in our group didn’t want to work that floor. So this zealous older JW and I did it.
The guy opened the door. Thin like a skeleton, shaved head, old clothes two sizes two big. He invites us in. The place stinks of urine and old food. There’s no wallpaper, no carpet just a battered old couch and a mountain of used beer cans and food tins behind it. Every now and then he puts on a little girls voice and shouts “princess!”. It was creepy beyond anything I’d experienced.
So this older JW says to me “there’s someone stronger with us than there is with him!” so we sit on the edge of his filthy old couch and the older JW goes into his spiel about “gods kingdom”. The guy puts on a little girls voice again, looks around the room and shouts “princess!” again. He tells us that he wanted to be a priest when he was younger, he disappears from the room and comes back with a framed picture of Pope Pius XII (I only remember who it was because he’s the “exploding pope”
). He talks to this picture and talks back to himself in a different voice.
It turns out that “princess” is his cat that he lost in the flat about 3 years ago and he cant find it. So I’m thinking it’s probably rotting under that pile of beer cans behind the couch. Long story short, he was mentally ill and we managed to get a magazine and a study book into his hands. The other JWs reinterpreted it as him being demon possessed and Jehovah “rescued us” and this was just “proof” that we were following “the true god”.
Creepy as hell.
Still, I managed to count a magazine, a book and round the time up to an hour on my report slip.
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