Sharon got me in.
I had the habit in those days of masking my loneliness, and melancholy angst with alcohol. I used to wander around town looking for something interesting, and that town being a mob town, had all the vices.
That is how I had the opportunities to harass body routers.
I had a sterling silver hip flask with my initials engraved on it that I carried at all times, usually with J&B in it.
My parents were scientologists, but I felt that it was a cult and that they were being taken for their money. My father was a well paid professional and had a doctoral degree and I couldnt understand how they fell for it.
I sometimes hung out in the neighborhood the mission was in and had been asked to come in several times, then one day when I was particularly brave due to intoxication and also very bored, Sharon saw me lurking and came out onto the steps and with hands on hips and her best tone 40, told me to "come here". I did.
She took me inside and into an office to talk, and I impressed her with my worldlyness by taking a swig of scotch from my hip flask.
It took a petition to the Guardians office before I could start the comm course.
Later, still dramatizing my angst, and still drinking, I used my skills of entering supposedly locked buildings, that I had acquired as a teenager who had a hobby of burglary (mostly for the booze and drugs in peoples houses), I "let my self in" to the mission. Since toll calls were a problem at the mission, the phone had a lock on it. I disassembled the phone around the lock and crossed the wires inside to get a dial tone and then "clicked" the dial tone to get an operator to complete my call to Sharon.
Needless to say I have a long experience of ethics handlings.
And I am still in the church today.
If Sharon sees the above I hope she remembers this fool.
alex