I was in a Shriner's Hospital for Crippled Children as a child for about a year altogether. I also visited their outpatient facility annually for check-ups. I had some cognitive dissonance (or whatever it's called) about not even being able to buy a Shrine newspaper. The Shriners were Freemasons, too!
Toward the end, when I was doubting, I started doing some volunteer work at my daughter's school. Once I went to my (elder) husband's place of employment selling raffle tickets for a school fund raiser. When I saw the expression on his face and heard how he said, "What are you doing?!" I think I knew the end of my days in Dubdom were in sight.
Since I left, I have been a volunteer teacher of English as a Second Language, served on various church committees, volunteered at my granddaughter's school, and done volunteer work on other community projects such as exterior house painting in a poor neighborhood, donating to food pantries and assisting real live neighbors in need.
It's much better this way. I am not dangling the carrot in front of people, but actually feeding them.
Sandra