Blog: Walking in Another Man's Shoes by Michael Fairman - 2011-08-27
The old saying goes that one can't really begin to understand what difficulties a man or woman is going through until one walks in his or her shoes. That "stroll" took place for Joy and me on Tuesday, August 23, 2011, in Orange County California.
On the previous day, I received a call from Marty Rathbun, asking me if I was still wearing my "racing driver" hat. I told him no, I was pretty calmed down from my extreme driving habits, thanks to him. It was an intriguing question and I told him I wasn't wearing that hat anymore, "Why?" His answer was even more intriguing.
Marty told me he was coming to Southern California on a mission of mercy and needed to escape from the constant harassment by Miscavige's goons and their vehicles in order to accomplish that mission in peace. If there were a welcoming party, we would have to lose David Lubow and his hired thugs in the rush hour traffic. Were I and my car up to the task? I told him my car was, and asked if I could bring Joy along and then we'd both be up to the task. He said he would welcome her.