Driving home this morning I saw a group of middle aged people with papers in their hands. Jehovah's Witness coming to proselytize in our neighborhood. Well maybe we need it.

They seem so committed to spreading some message to people who close their doors in their faces.

I don't even open the door to wish them a good day. I act as if I am afraid of them, of their message, of their sincerity.

I guess I am afraid of them.