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As a little Jehovah's Witness kid, I listened to the talks about how the road to destruction was wide and easy to travel, but the road to salvation was narrow and cramped. One day, as my family drove to the Kingdom Hall, I questioned my parents about why they drove on the highway when it was wide and well-travelled. Surely we were headed to destruction that way. They laughed, but I remained suspicious. Weren't we ignoring the word of God by driving on busy roads?
As a toddler, I roamed my wooded yard, looking for narrow, cramped paths. I found game trails and followed them. The paths the deer travelled seemed much more likely to me. I'd never heard of God having a problem with deer or jackrabbits. And so I spent more and more time in the woods, coming home disheveled and covered in scratches and burrs.
I never did find salvation at the Kingdom Hall, but I suppose I did as a filthy, feral toddler fascinated with the nature all around me.
As a toddler, I roamed my wooded yard, looking for narrow, cramped paths. I found game trails and followed them. The paths the deer travelled seemed much more likely to me. I'd never heard of God having a problem with deer or jackrabbits. And so I spent more and more time in the woods, coming home disheveled and covered in scratches and burrs.
I never did find salvation at the Kingdom Hall, but I suppose I did as a filthy, feral toddler fascinated with the nature all around me.
