Mustapha
Senior Member
For a week in 1970 my mother and I lived in a large guest house in East Grinstead, England that was also a Scientology house. My father had emigrated to Toronto, and we needed a place to stay before flying here to join him. When she booked us in there my mother had no idea that it was anything but an ordinary guest house. The Scientologists kept to themselves at breakfast, didn't seem very intelligent, didn't seem "all there", and didn't seem threatening either - just rather weird and brain dead. My mother had heard of Scientology, and knew that it was under investigation in some jurisdictions, so she checked with the local police station to see if it was advisable to move somewhere else. They didn't tell us to. A week later we were in Toronto.
So, ... it's never too late to join up.