Churchill
Gold Meritorious Patron
Don Freedman was a big, gentle, bear of a guy.
He was an auditor, I think in NY, but when I met him in the late 70's at the Mayfair market across from the Manor, he had blood in his eyes, had lost 40 pounds, and had a severely distended stomach. He was OT something or other.
He was sad, he said, because AOLA would not let him audit, because his appearance was too upsetting.
He was dying, and on the recommendation of Scientologists, had made several trips to Mexico where he underwent a series of quack cures. He believed that, along with auditing would cure him.
I thought of him today. He was a good person, and I liked him, as, I believe did all who knew him.
He was an auditor, I think in NY, but when I met him in the late 70's at the Mayfair market across from the Manor, he had blood in his eyes, had lost 40 pounds, and had a severely distended stomach. He was OT something or other.
He was sad, he said, because AOLA would not let him audit, because his appearance was too upsetting.
He was dying, and on the recommendation of Scientologists, had made several trips to Mexico where he underwent a series of quack cures. He believed that, along with auditing would cure him.
I thought of him today. He was a good person, and I liked him, as, I believe did all who knew him.