I See WICKED PEOPLE.

As I wind down the journey of writing this book, I am constantly reminded of the fears that occupied my mind when I was much younger and up into my adult years. I had this insane fear of the wicked people. The wicked people were generally defined as those that did not believe as Jehovah's Witnesses did. We always needed protection from these non-believers becasue these were the ones likely to climb into your bedroom window late at night and murder you for no reason. These wicked people were far worse than the monsters that lived under my bed and lurked in my closet. I even recall what the wicked people looked like. Generally, they were faceless people in dark rain coats and dark hats. They never had any weapons but they always came in through my window at night when it was raining. 

I had to protect myself from the wicked people. I soon developed this obsessive need to check all the windows at night, all around my parents house to make sure that the wicked people could not get in. Finally I had to pray to Jehovah for protection from all the wicked people that were trying to get at me. I cant tell you how many nights I forgot to ask for this specific type of protection during my bedtime prayer and would wake up in a cold sweat hoping that Jehovah had my back.

I'm all grown up now and I have lots of wicked friends. I leave my doors open and windows up becasue I like my wicked friends.

Its Sunday morning now and I see Jehovah's Witnesses coming down the street. Excuse my while I shut my doors and lock my windows....