No, I was a deacon. At the time I was considering going to the seminary at Vanderbilt to become a minister. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view), the more I studied and learned, the more I, um, became disillusioned, until I finally got to the point where I decided I could not become a minister and preach something to others that I no longer believed in myself.
I'm not rabidly anti-religion, nor even mildly so. I pretty much don't care what someone believes as long as they keep it to themselves and don't keep pestering me about it. In the case of Jehovah's witnesses, though, who can't seem to take no for an answer, I have been known to invite them in for a chat, then tie them in knots with questions about their religion that they can't answer. They generally don't come back after that.
When I worked as an EMT, there were times victims asked me to pray with them, or that I gave them last rites. They were either dying anyway or thought they were, and if that was what they needed and it gave them comfort, I had no problem with it. From my standpoint, it was part of patient care. Some might consider it hypocritical, but if it gave them some comfort and reduced their anxiety, it made it easier for me to treat them and might increase the likelihood of a positive outcome. You do what you gotta do.