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Well, I'm not sure about the exact wording, but it was something like: "Are you saying I want to @(%* my mom? Have you even seen my mom?" and then: "*$(#*@#( Greeks!" Robert de Niro about Oedipus Complex in "Analyse this". I hope that I'm not off topic, but another all-time favourite is Scene #6 (on the DVD that is) from the "25th Hour" where Edward Norton curses all the "tribes". Hilarious! I must have seen this scene 20 times.

Now, Topoftheworld, that was funny! It just sounded so much like them.

Thank you very much, Skyrider and Wordwolf. I am touched by your warm welcome. Actually, no, I haven't read the greeting or Greasespot 101. I'll do it one of these days.

Hi, everyone! I've finally decided to post something after having been reading your posts for a couple of years now. Well, my experience is a little different (or, maybe, a lot different) in that I live in a country far from the States,and even far from Gartmore, which was supposed to be our HQs (I don't think they actually ever officially assumed the role despite taking our ABS ). Of course we also had to put up with the usual c--p like micromanagement, pressure to attend all kinds of WAY functions, to neglect family - studies - work, ed al., but only to a minor degree. No ruined lives here. I would say that for the most part we met some great people and we had great times and we thought we did our best for God, and, there was no doubt in our minds that ours was the rightly divided Word of God. And yet there came a time about 6,5 years ago, when "scales" fell off our eyes. That's the only way I can put it. It didn't happen to me only. It happened simultaneously to almost everyone in our group. It all started with a friend who introduced us to B.G.Leonard's "Gifts of the Spirit" class, but it was not about following B.G.L. and leaving VPW. All of a sudden, often independently of one another, we would realize the fallacies and the mistakes in many - many of the things we had been taught (in pretty much everything, actually, and especially where JC was concerned). I'll never forget the excitement of those days, the night-long talks and the feeling I had like a veil was being removed from before my eyes. We discussed at length why we had to stay with the Way (some of us for a good 15 years!) and where God had been. For me, and for many of my friends, there is no doubt that it was God who led us to the Way, despite the wrong teaching - too many signs and wonders to doubt that and maybe our other alternatives would have been darker- just like it was God again who opened our eyes and showed us that it was time to move on with a mass exodus. No hard feelings, though.