Greenback
Active member
I'm a Jehovah's Witness and I was out knocking on doors yesterday morning. I was with a mate and his 11-year-old lad. We were calling on an old man who lived in the back ass of nowhere on top of a boggy mountain. He was clearly malnourished. He had a large protrusion on his face that could have been a dormant tumor. He had no teeth. His house was dark, damp, and smelly. He has no car, no job, no pets, no telephone, no Internet. He gets the bus to the local village once or twice a week to buy his groceries. He then goes home. Church and religion to him is about all he has. Maybe that's why he was willing to hear what we had to say and welcome us into his home—normally people close the door on us. Folks like that are in every corner of Ireland. Some were married and had kids that don't bother with them any more or like this man some were never married.
It really does break your heart.
He let you in to remind himself why he lives like he does, not many knocking on his door
