I'm Perfect, You're Doomed
Tales from a Jehovah's Witness Upbringing
Chapter 1
Hark! God's Awesome Promise Is at Hand!
As usual, my little brother had to one-up me. It was the night of my debut performance at the Pawtucket, Rhode Island, Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses and I needed to choose the perfect dress for giving a presentation about freedom from demon possession. I was eight years old, but I knew that with the right outfit, I could pass for double digits.
This was my special night and I needed privacy -- mature, demon-free wardrobes don't choose themselves, after all. Yet here was my annoying brother, standing in my bedroom doorway, breathing both in and out. Ever since my father had (on the sly) told him he was smarter than I was, this is how he had behaved. Omnipresent. Gloating.
"Dad said not to tell you, but I'm smarter than you are," he'd told me one afternoon as I dumped Kix cereal into a glass Ball jar.
"You are not!" I screamed. "I'm older than you, anyway, so it's not even possible that you could be smarter than me."
"No, it's true! Dad showed me the test. I got ... read full excerpt from: I'm Perfect, You're Doomed: Tales from a Jehovah's Witness Upbringing ebook
