Experience: I was abandoned by my cult

There are parts of that day I was left on the roadside that I cannot recallAll I remember of the day I was left on a roadside in Pennsylvania, in 1963, was a hand pulling $20 from his pocket, and my small suitcase. I can’t remember who drove me away from the Bruderhof church community I had been shut in since I was a five-year-old girl; now, aged 24, I had been excluded. I was abandoned, but I could breathe again.My Methodist parents had packed up our Gloucestershire home in 1943 and moved