A dear friend of mine recently lost her mother to a long illness and we all rushed to comfort her and offer our support. As I watched the list of loving comments on her Facebook page expand past the double digits, I was struck by the level of compassion being shown by us "hellbound heathens".
I remember one fellow cult member's harrowing ordeal. This young man, I'll call him T.S., was a sensitive and intelligent fellow with a good sense of humor. I think if I'd known him "out here" we would have been pals. Poor T.S. was at his parents' house one night when his father succumbed to a heart attack. It was one of those tragic and all too common situations where Dad tells himself all night long that it's indigestion until he's suddenly on the floor. Mom is justifiably freaking out so T.S. takes charge and dials up the ambulance (this was the pre-digital age), but it arrives too late to save his father.
Did the cult comfort him? Oh, they "comforted" the s##t out of him. While his father is at the undertaker's, poor T.S. is on the "hot seat" surrounded by people telling him that :
#1- He is a bad son,
#2- Dear Old Dad is burning in hell for all eternity, which is T.S.'s fault, and
#3- He messed up completely by not calling the ambulance sooner, so his father's death? Yes, you guessed it...also T.S.'s fault.
"How cruel", you say? Just S.O.P. for them.
T.S., wherever you are, I hope you made it out of there and discovered for yourself, as have I, that what the cult insisted was a horrible, evil, Satanic world is actually a place full of incredible beauty with millions of kind, forgiving people just waiting to meet you!
Many, many thanks to my family and friends, "heathens" all, according to cult standards. You have taught me the true meaning of love.