When I was around 21 or so, I stopped to get something at the local drug store. There was a girl outside, by herself. She looked really familiar to me, but I couldn’t place where I had met her before. She attempted to tell me about her wonderful world of knowledge. Turns out she was a Moonie. Luckily, I had seen a documentary about it when journalism was somewhat truthful. I let her talk a bit and asked why she was out on the sidewalk when her family wanted her back home. I told her they missed her and that she should go back. I remember that she looked very sad. I hope she did.