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Honesty Is The Best Policy, Especially With A Jehovah’s Witness

So we were late for soccer yesterday (what else is new) and were rushing out the door. My son gets down the stairs first, and crosses paths with a well-dressed guy who says “Hey there, how are you?” and holds out his hand. Jake was wary, especially after what happened at Tae Kwon Do a few days ago. He said, “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers” and backed away (I was so proud!). The gentleman (whom I had recognized by now as an employee at Jake’s school) said “Come on, you see me every day!” They chatted for a minute about school and soccer, but we were already very late and we had to get going, so we all shook hands and I headed for the curb. But this man was now reaching into his portfolio, saying “Well, while I have you here…” and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, out came The Watchtower.

If this man had been a stranger, someone we would never see again, I might have just taken the magazine and said goodbye. But this was someone I was sure to see again, many times. I flashed forward to the awkward conversations, me avoiding him in the halls, him asking me if I had a chance to read it, me making excuses. I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings. But not only do I have absolutely no interest in reading The Watchtower, I actually have a good deal of contempt for people who go out and actively try to convert people to their religion. I don’t stand on the corner yelling “There is no God, put your faith in science! The apocalypse is already here, just turn on Jerry Springer!”

So, I politely handed the magazine back and said “You know what? You should save it for someone it might have an impact on.” He dug a different magazine out of his bag and said “Oh, I should have given you the family one.” I smiled as nicely as I could, and said “No, it wouldn’t have made a difference.” And I said a final goodbye and told him to have a nice day and crossed the street to my car.

I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but it would have been worse to give him false hope that he had a chance with me. Better to nip it in the bud, and leave it at that.

Originally posted on Selfish Mom

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