I’ve driven urban professionals, reformed criminals, burlesque dancers, angel investors, families with groceries, people with baggage. Some are in a hurry to get the hell out of wherever I picked them up from.
With trending, “hashtaggy” topics now an easy way to measure public mood, product sponsors, employers and others hyper-sensitive to public reactions can pull the plug on a service, product, program or career faster than, well, than a house of cards can fall.
I live in a small town. Very few members of my faith live nearby. I’m pretty much alone here. Some might worry that I am discriminated against. No, it’s not that my stuff has gone missing or that folks refuse to do business with me because my beliefs are different than theirs.
I’ve been friends with this guy for more than ten years. We hit it off pretty immediately and have stayed in touch through the years. I have never made any secret about being a devout Scientologist. I never pushed it on him, but I always answered any questions he had.
I have had the privilege of being a Scientologist for the past eleven years and I have been Jewish all my life. As a Jew, I have experienced my fair share of jabs and pokes, but if there has been a “silver lining,” it’s that the religion’s beliefs and practices were never questioned.