I have a neighbor who is a dub. She is elderly and bound to a wheelchair. I haven't told her I was once braindead, too. I figured it would be best to leave her with her last few remaining years living in her fantasy.
The other day I noticed that the grass around her home was about 18" high and her yard was a mess. I asked a couple of young neighbors if they wouldn't mind helping her out by mowing her lawn. They said they would be happy to do that.
After it was all over, one of the guys came up to me and told me he would never, NEVER do that again. When asked why, he told me that she started preaching to him and when he told her he was a Catholic and not interested, she started screaming at him and wouldn't let up. This was all happening while he was struggling to mow a lawn that was so overgrown it kept killing the lawnmower. And he was doing it all for free just to help her out.
I'm sure Jesus would be so "proud" of the "fruits" like her which spring from the tree of the Watchtower Printing and Marketing Corporation.
Farkel