I have the meanest parents in the world. They are Jehovah's Witnesses and they have very strange ways and strange guidelines that they believe in, despite any influence that this modern and updated world has to offer.
My mother and father always insisted on knowing where I was, Not only that, they made special arrangements to be with me wherever I would go! I couldn't go anywhere without them. When other children on the block were playing in the streets, or later in my teen years, down at the local pool hall, I would be with my parents going from house to house. I was seeing firsthand how people of every background live. I was learning how to do different things around the house. When the other teenagers were out dragging Main in sports cars, or smoking "pot", my mean parents had me with them at the congregational meetings. I never got to experience a night in jail; I never got to know what it was like to get drunk and get thrown out of bars. No! My mean parents, Jehovah's Witnesses and I, were busy going to New York, California, Kansas, and other parts of the country to attend conventions.
My mean parents never let me meet any of the worldly celebrities. All I've gotten to meet are the ones Jesus Christ has selected to rule with him as kings and priests over all mankind.
I never can look back and recall the good old days, just sitting around and doing nothing. That never happened to me, having mean parents. There were always too many things to be done. They never allowed me to date, or to associate only with others my own age. Instead, I had to associate with ones who were old, ones who were old in years spiritually, ones who had been in the service for many years.
My mean parents even went so far as to map out my future for me. They started making plans for me early in life. They even took it upon themselves to decide that they wanted me to live on this earth and share in the work of making it a paradise. They have done everything in their power to make that desire a reality. Imagine! Never knowing the thrills of men's wars, never knowing that you had taken the lives of your fellowmen in war.
My mean parents were strict. They wouldn't permit any wrongdoing on my part. I don't know the experience of having to go to a doctor because of the diseases common to persons indulging in immoral conduct. I don't know the problems of having an unwanted child. Instead, they insisted that I wait until I was grown up and strong spiritually before they permitted me to date, and then only because the person was someone to their liking, someone who would be of the same disposition that they were.
So, I married someone who met the high standards of my mean parents. He, too, was raised by mean parents. And together we've decided that we intend to be the same kind of mean parents ours were.
--Anonymous
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