Inspired or Guilted by the One-legged Pioneer Sister?

by compound complex 29 Replies latest jw friends

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  compound complex

  Friends: GUILTED or INSPIRED?

  One of our dear regular posters mentioned that she knew the same one-legged pioneer sister I had heard tell of throughout my career as a Jehovah's Witness. The tear-jerking accounts of her ten exemplary, theocratic children, all of whom could recite the books of the Bible before they could say Dada, inspired me to teach my own children well, however late in their own adolescence it took them to come up with their own gurgly version of Dada. And she always arrived at the meetings early - to cheer up those less privileged than herself - despite her raging cretin of a husband's burning her clothes and study aids before each and every venture out the door [even when she went on hikes with the kids]. I'm given to understand that a crocodile took her other leg and both her arms on the way to a DC, though that may be an urban legend. I believe it happened in Detroit.

  I must stop as I'm getting a bit teary-eyed. What an inspiration to us all! I do not wish to even suggest the possibility of a slightly irregular and negative take on this story of our beloved sister [I never actually met her, but I hear she is quite a looker], but is there the remotest possibility that her story guilted you into pioneering, or any increase in activity, for that matter, YOU whose personal circumstances are doubtless so much more favorable than hers?

  CoCo is Curious [?]
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  ninja

  compared to the woman in the iron lung...she was a borderline apostate slacker
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  nvrgnbk

  I remember the blind pioneer Mexican brother with ten kids that got up early to sell pineapple to tourists before he went out in service.

  That shit always worked on me.
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  ninja

  this is starting to sound like a monty python sketch
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  ninja

  Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
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  compound complex

  I am so happy to my my "N" friends visit me that I shall change my name to NoNo.

  Great to see youse guys!

  NoNo
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  ninja

  hey cc....nice ta c ya....nja
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  nvrgnbk

  YesYes, NoNo!

  We like hangin' with you.

  BTW, the one I said was really told to me that way by a circuit overseer.

  So, it had to be true. LMAO!
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  exwitless

  CoCo: Here's my post from the other thread:

  I couldn't have felt good about myself after someone would give an experience of a single sister who had no arms, only one leg, had 10 kids whom she home schooled despite the fact she worked 3 jobs and pioneered 120 hours a month; plus she had to walk on her one leg 15 miles to the KH in crocodile-infested rivers upstream both ways. (By the way, she never missed a meeting, was never late, and never got a drop of water on her thoroughly studied WT.)

  OK, ok, I'm exaggerating, but that's how those experiences made me feel.

  So, I guess you've all heard her story too. I forgot about the woman in the iron lung, though.

  I'm given to understand that a crocodile took her other leg and both her arms on the way to a DC, though that may be an urban legend. I believe it happened in Detroit.

  LOL!!! I all seriousness, though, it happened in while she was a missionary in south america.
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  compound complex

  Ninjanoid:

  Did Father encourage you to put kingdom interests first, despite the obvious temptation to luxuriate on your lake-front estate? The hot gravel must have been a real treat. I envy you.

  CoCo