Jehovah Witnesses and Hell

One afternoon, when my son was just a baby, I returned home with him from a long, stressful stay at the hospital to find an unknown car in my drive. I parked my car beside them and asked the woman what I could do for her. She was a Jehovah Witness trying to save my soul if I would just follow her. I politely told her that I didn't have time to listen as I opened my baby's car door. She peeked in and saw the monitor, oxygen tank and some kind of bag hanging. This excited her and she proceeded to tell me how The Lord would save my son and I from eternal Hell and damnation.

This, of course, released all the pain, fear and frustration that had been boiling inside me for months. 

"There is no Hell when I die! I live in Hell! Go stay one night in a hospital and listen to people tell you your son is dying and allow them to inflict pain on him! I don't know what sickens me more, your fancy clothes, fake smile or your need to try to use my son's condition to sway me to your religion! Go away and never come back!"

Eight years have past since that moment and I honestly forgot about it until I was startled with an unexpected knock on my door yesterday. 

My baby, who turned into a boy opened the door as she introduced herself as a Jehovah Witness. 

I graciously accepted her pamphlet as I said, "Thank you for your time and message but I must go or my son will climb into your car expecting a ride and ice cream." She laughed and walked back to her car. 

I watched her drive away and I wondered if I have evolved or had my change in my reality alters my situations.